Nerve Sheath Sarcoma - Vets, Scalpels and Lili

Well, I wish I could say it is good news. Poor little Lili has a new primary Nerve Sheath tumor on the same poor leg that already went through the indignities of radiation. I've had too many phone calls and appointments with too many (albeit helpful and understanding) vets. And now off to yet another one, a specialist. We can only hope and pray (and pay) for the best. And hope we don't have to go through another series of radiation. That was hard on both of us. And that Lili doesn't have to ultimately have an amputation. If you knew her, you'd know the idea is pretty terrible. My dancing dog.

This has been quite a year, it seems like it has been one thing after another. I can rationalize it against more terrible things that have happened to others, but pain is relative to the soul. So I guess I'll just say a prayer, pour some whiskey into the earth this Samhain eve, as a tribute to the old ways, and put my game face on. The game face is tired.