Good News

The good news is that my Good Boy is still with us.  He's been eating more and he's been a little more active.  I left a soft towel for him to sleep on under one of the kitty shelves and I noticed he's been using it.  That cheers me up immensely.  He's open to lots of pets and he's been eating a fair number of soft salmon treats every morning and afternoon.  I only wish I could do more for him.

My husband believes I don't hold him in high regard because I suggested that he might, with a cold, to to work.  My friends here point out to me that men are babies.  Yes, they are.  There's something about a year and a half of breast cancer treatment that makes me a little less sympathetic right now.  And then it makes me feel guilty.  How could I possibly force him to go to work when he has a cold or hay fever or whatever?  I'm just emotionally mushy, I guess.

I have to go back for a follow-up appointment on Monday, so I'll be missing in action Monday and Tuesday.  I have every reason to believe that things are going very well.  The breast stump has stopped looking quite as stump-ish.  The wound across my lower stomach is healing well.

 That's about all I can say at the moment.  My mom is here to pick me up from work.  See you on Wednesday.