This is the post I didn’t want to write.
The news is not good.
The vet called yesterday (Tuesday, of course, was there ever any doubt? I hate Tuesdays.) I was standing in a Walmart parking lot loading groceries into my car. Good thing I bought Reese’s cups.
High grade, large cell lymphoma.
It is a rapidly growing, progressive cancer of a type of white blood cell called lymphocites. We’re meeting the vet this afternoon to discuss options.
Thanks to everyone who passed along thoughts, hugs and prayers. I really wish I had better news for you.
If you have any extra chocolate or cookie dough, have some for me.
P.S. ~ Spot said to have some bacon for her too.
UPDATED: After meeting with the vet today, we are going to fight it with chemo and kick some cancer ass. As long as Spot is willing, able and comfortable, we’ll do battle on cancer starting next Wednesday. It won’t cure her cancer, but it should, I hope, buy us some time. Thank you to everyone for the comments and well wishes! I’m extremely grateful.