FCKuCANCER.

whoa…so much i haven’t filled you guys in on but imma start doing something about that right now…so let’s get into it.

but first, cancer.

i had my mammo and ultrasound at the end of february. in short everything is still stable. no significant changes from last year. my tumor is pretty much the same as it was in 2022, thank god. i think i’m due for another pet scan in july-ish. these scans bring on all the anxiety but i am very thankful my treatment is still keeping these cancer cells at bay.

now we are gonna go back in time a little bit…to the day/night of my last post. i mentioned going through something that was pretty rough, and not cancer related and that i would talk about it when i was ready.

basically that morning geoffrey, my yorkie, was really weak when he woke up so i took him to the vet. in a nutshell, i spent the day going from vet to pet’spital to clinics to figure out what was going on with him. turns out he was really sick and probably had been for a while, i just didn’t know it until it was too late. he passed away the next morning in my arms and devastated doesn’t accurately describe how i took it.

it was and still is hard. i miss my little loud singing guy. jackson does too. losing a pet sucks.

fin.

— welp, after i published this post i found a play-by-play in my drafts that i never posted…

wednesday morning, while getting ready for work, micha text me a video saying geoffrey, my teacup yorkie, wasn’t feeling well. her day starts before mine, so she normally lets all the dogs (between us there are 3) out and feeds them and such. she said he could barely get up the stairs. so i went online and booked a morning vet appointment.

i got to the vet and after they took him, the vet came back and said we needed to go to the hospital. immediately. two hospitals and another vet later, we had a diagnosis and a treatment plan. it was an extremely long day, and my geoff was very sick but we had options.

i didn’t get much sleep. like almost none at all.

thursday morning, when i was about to get my day started, geoffrey woke up. dry heaving. i carried him to the bathroom, and he died in my arms. i was hysterical. mom was on the phone. micha was upstairs on a conference call. she ended the call. i called the vet. micha drove. i held onto him until it was time to give his body to the vet to dispose of his remains.