Dr. Todd caught me as I was about to board the elevator (I had been to the pool to cool off after my 3.1-mile run). He said the biopsy came back with cancer cells.
What are the options? Operate, remove the lymph nodes but the cancer may have spread so this could be pointless. Pump Molly full of steroids as we did with Wicca; it will keep her alive until she reaches the point when she can no longer stand it. I have a feeling the latter isn’t looking good because Molly isn’t eating, the staff has to feed her by hand.
I feel terrible too. This all snuck up on us to some extent yet the warning signs may have been there all along.
Molly is my first cat. All others before her were shared and stayed with Mom and Dad when I left for university (as if I could have a cat in the dorms). This is the animal I picked out (or she chose me through her behavior) since I felt I was finally ready to care for a cat from the beginning to the end. I knew the end would come one day for Molly, I just wish I weren’t so soon. Thirteen years is below the average domestic lifespan in my opinion, cancer has cheated me out of more time with Molly.
I’m going to do what I can to finish enjoying our last full day in Las Vegas, try not to be sad at the Happiest Adult Place on Earth™ and post some other cool things, namely Tiny Elvis taking in the sites. Once the plane lands in Austin, it will be time to haul ass to make Molly comfortable.