Ouch
I'm not sure how much pain one person is supposed to experience in one months time... but I can safely say I have hit my limit!
Tyler's death is a hurt that just keeps hurting... and I suppose it will for a good long time. A week after that, a car accident put Dot's son in a deep coma, that they fear he cannot come out of with any quality of life.
My mom went into hospital on Thanksgiving - fortunately she's home now, but the surgery-scare was fierce.
Yesterday, Poops and I took our baby-girl, Delia, to the vet for a 'wound' on her paw. I was a bit concerned because it was hard. Long story short, big bill, - x-ray - and a biopsy later... the vet is convinced it's cancer. I immediately hit denial (where I'm currently residing comfortably)... but Poops lost her ever lovin shit!
We got home and were just being a bit down and loving on Delie... when my Norma called to tell me they found a mass in her upper lobe (lung). Norma is just my Norma... and I'm just not sure what to do with myself.
That fighter jet up there is a nice description of the rate of spin my brain is feeling!
It's 6:20am... too early for Happy Hour?
Tyler's death is a hurt that just keeps hurting... and I suppose it will for a good long time. A week after that, a car accident put Dot's son in a deep coma, that they fear he cannot come out of with any quality of life.
My mom went into hospital on Thanksgiving - fortunately she's home now, but the surgery-scare was fierce.
Yesterday, Poops and I took our baby-girl, Delia, to the vet for a 'wound' on her paw. I was a bit concerned because it was hard. Long story short, big bill, - x-ray - and a biopsy later... the vet is convinced it's cancer. I immediately hit denial (where I'm currently residing comfortably)... but Poops lost her ever lovin shit!
We got home and were just being a bit down and loving on Delie... when my Norma called to tell me they found a mass in her upper lobe (lung). Norma is just my Norma... and I'm just not sure what to do with myself.
That fighter jet up there is a nice description of the rate of spin my brain is feeling!
It's 6:20am... too early for Happy Hour?