Crickets. Yes, I know. Have I been missed? For my ego I'll assume that's a yes.
Why the lull? Well, lotsa things happening around these parts. The highs and lows, people. I've been a bit bipolar lately.
Let's start with the good, shall we? For the past month, I have maybe been dating a real live boy. I say maybe because, well, I am 28 but feel about 18 when it comes to this crap. It took me a while to get comfortable saying this, but I like him! I do! Hooray! The fact that he has liked me for years at this point is icing on the cake. He is the childhood friend of one of my best friends from college, and lives in Philadelphia. Not too far. We're running the Broad Street Run together this weekend. Ten miles of fun.
And now the bad. My beloved perfect wonderful cherished dog, Chloe, very likely has (hopefully early stage) lymphoma. She is a rocking 15 1/2 year old pup. She came down with an eye infection last week, and, not thinking much of it, we (I was visiting the parents for the weekend) took her to a vet to have it checked out. It turned out her lymph nodes were enlarged, and the vet did a needle aspiration, and told us she was pretty sure it was cancer. Obviously, the rest of the weekend consisted of crying. Chloe is doing better, and the antibiotic is clearing up her eye, which may have been a stress reaction to whatever else is going on. However, the pathology reports came back as "inconclusive", and now the vet wants to do another aspiration next week. It is still likely lymphoma, and while we don't know the prognosis/possible treatment options yet, it appears to be an early stage, for which we are grateful. I am trying to be realistic and realize that she was born during Clinton's first term. However, when you've had a pet since you were 12 years old, things get rough.
So. Yeah. Excitement and romance! (He made sure he has Equal on hand because he knows I don't like Splenda. Good lord.) And then, sadness and uncertainty and fear.
There' s a lot going on at work too, but that takes a back seat as far as I am concerned right now. Life. It's happening.
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I am so sorry to hear about Chloe. I have a 14 year old dachshund who was diagnosed in February with adenocarcinoma (early stage) in his anal gland. He's having chemo now, and is doing OK, but I've had him since right before I started law school (been out a while), and it's been hard.
When they first tried to remove the tumor, he had a massive stroke, which they erroneously told us was brain cancer(!) and we nearly put him to sleep. That night before was the worst of my life. I dread the inevitable day, but am trying to enjoy every additional moment we have with him. You should do the same!
So sorry to hear about Chloe. Sad, and scary all at once. Thoughts and prayers.
I hope the boy continues sweeping you off your feet, and Chloe continues to bring you happiness for as long as possible.
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