Valentine has a mass in his bladder. This is unusual for cats, but common in dogs of his age (which is still not old, damnit). The problem is that we don’t know if it’s cancer or not. The test the Vet ran yesterday came back inconclusive. What’s next? There are several options. D and I are talking about what to do because the procedure to run a camera into Val’s urethra is fucking expensive. There are less expensive options out there. But we are going to take a look at everything first before we make a decision. On Monday we will get more information on what paths we can take and how much they will cost.

In spite of the warning from my mother, I will bankrupt myself to save this cat. D’s more logical when it comes to that kind of stuff, but I will sell most of what I have in order to pay for his surgeries. I know it won’t come down to that….but I would.

As for the job thing….. that’s for a private post.

But I’m through with my 3:

  1. Grannie died.
  2. Lost my job.
  3. Cat with a tumor

I could also add a number of other shittastic things that have happended but it’s not about being negative. I don’t feel like I’m struggling right now. But being manic depressive, that could change in five minutes. It’s fun being able to logically contradict yourself at every turn.

D and I are going to the Night Ride tonight. 2,000 people will be downtown, with bikes, riding through the streets with smiles and stuff. We are going to have a great time.

I hope you are having a good weekend. Be grateful for what you have, because tomorrow it could be gone.

And go eat a doughnut. Life’s too short to live without sweets.