I'm baaaack

Where have I heard that title before? Hmmm.

But, so I didn't post while I was away in Florida with Mom (and stepfather, who shall remain nameless). But I'm back home and here I am. Tired, but no longer exhausted, though who knows what tomorrow will bring? But that's: tomorrow. Tonight, I'm okay. At least I know the next time I go to see my mother, I can take a freakin' non-stop flight on Jet Blue. No more of these cheap-ass Delta one-stops where I spend the majority of a day in airports and on planes.

Anyway, I took Stacy Horn's book, "Waiting for My Cats To Die" with me to read on the plane, etc. And I did okay up until the point where Veets dies and then I realized I couldn't read it in public anymore. I don't know why I thought I could.

It's particularly tough because I got word when I was at Mom's that my cat will be going in for the radioacive iodine treatment this week, except instead of Thursday, it's moved up to Tuesday and instead of being there for a week or so, he may well be there for two weeks and need up to three (3!) shots instead of just one or two. He's that far gone. I'm grateful that they didn't say that he's not eligible at all, that he'd need surgery to reduce the tumor first, because that would have been the end of it, I wouldn't put my cat through that much.

In fact, I'm sort of wondering if I'm doing the right thing at all now. Have I done enough research? Is he really healthy enough to withstand this treatment? How will he be when he's away from me for so long? Will he become so depressed that he won't eat? Will he die while they're treating him, when he's away from me? Honest, I'm not entirely projecting here, he behaves like an angel when I'm in the room, but just ask the vets and techs who have seen him without me when he's had to stay for a treatment or overnight for some reason. He's Dr. Jekyll with me, Mr. Hyde with them, I'll tell ya.

I'm going to be a wreck until he's home with me again. Hopefully a healthy, happy Smartie.