Well, shit. After surgery a year ago to remove a tumor and six months of chemo, my mom went in to have her colostomy reversed this morning. When they opened her up, they found a mass on the outside of her intestines that they are pretty sure is cancerous. So they stopped the surgery.
Fucking cancer.
Oh shit, Cashmere. I hope it's not as bad as they think.
Oh god, Cash. I'm so sorry.
Oh, no. I'm sorry, Cashmere.
Fuck, I'm sorry Cashmere.
How can two tiny cats that eat maybe a cup of food a day between the two of them poop so much?!?
Cody is 5lbs and eats about 3/4 c of food a day. I can't get over how much he poops.
I'll know more about Mom when she gets into recovery and Dad has time to talk to the surgeon and her oncologist. Best case scenario is another round of chemo. I'm just ticked because originally, her cancer was pretty treatable and low-recurring. Your Cancer May Vary, though.
More FUCKING FUCK CANCER FUCK.