We brought our girl home today, and even though she still can't walk or stand up on her own, her movements are wobbly and floppy, and her breathing is quick and heavy, I know she's supposed to be nowhere but here. All we can do now is give her all the love we have and all the drugs the doctors gave us to keep the swelling by her tumor down, and hope that soon the swelling will go down enough for her to start radiation. No word on when that will happen, but we've been told that the best way to gauge this is by her behavior. Right now, she's by no means in the clear, but by the way she licked my hand when I pet her face I can't help but think it's likely she's on her way.
On the contrary, I've thought of the worst case scenario. How could I not when it's seemed at times like it's staring me in the face? We're not ready to let her go, she's only seven and this escalated so quickly. But if this really is her time, there's at least a small chance that the last place she sees will be the place she loves most. That's how I'm leaving it, but she's such a fighter. She's still here and she's eating and drinking. Her eyes are bright like chestnuts again. Maybe soon she'll be something we can call normal,and the cat will stop sniffing the stuffed dog she had in the hospital, wondering where she's been.
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