The good and the bad
The good: my puppy finally came home yesterday. I've named her Whimsy. She's a cream coloured lab/husky mix with heterochromia and is, if not deaf, at least extremely hard of hearing, only picking up noises in the very high range. She's three, almost four, months old. She has floppy, lopsided ears but I do not have any pictures to share yet because I haven't figured out where my camera is. She likes playing tug-of-war and chewing on things except for chew toys, which she doesn't understand the purpose of yet. She also likes cuddling in laps. She seems to have figured out the sign for 'sit' and understands pointing fingers. She is very good at eagerly going for walks and then halfway through the walk deciding she is exhausted and falling over on her side in the grass, sometimes making herself so immobile I have to carry her until she remembers what we're doing. She's nothing but happiness.
The bad:
No conversation with your mother should ever start with "I don't want you to worry ..." but at some point, I think, you're almost guaranteed to have a variant on the exact conversation I just had, starting with those exact words.
She had a colonoscopy recently. They removed a polyp which, when biopsied, revealed "a few cancerous cells". A few enough that there will be further colonoscopies and surgeries and the removal of a portion of her colon.
I'm told it will be absolutely fine and within a year we will all look back on this silly nightmare involving cancer and butts. However, that doesn't change that "I don't want you to worry" conversations are the worst kind of conversation to have with a parent.
The bad:
No conversation with your mother should ever start with "I don't want you to worry ..." but at some point, I think, you're almost guaranteed to have a variant on the exact conversation I just had, starting with those exact words.
She had a colonoscopy recently. They removed a polyp which, when biopsied, revealed "a few cancerous cells". A few enough that there will be further colonoscopies and surgeries and the removal of a portion of her colon.
I'm told it will be absolutely fine and within a year we will all look back on this silly nightmare involving cancer and butts. However, that doesn't change that "I don't want you to worry" conversations are the worst kind of conversation to have with a parent.