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Okay, I am ready for this semester to be over. Or maybe just these two weeks. When did everything turn to shit? I was going along just fine, and suddenly I have pleurisy and a heart condition. I know, I'm lucky it wasn't a heart attack and that I have insurance, I should suck it up and deal with it. The fact that I have two papers coming up due that I've done nothing with is not a respecter of my health, that's for sure.
I could deal with that. But now Mike's mom has cancer, even if it's a mild, treatable form of cancer, and we're terribly worried about her. They won't be coming up for Thanksgiving, and we're going to have to try and squeeze in time after finals and before Christmas if we want to spend time with them this year. Now there's the little voice in the back of the head that says "What if?" and the compulsion to keep the phone nearby all the time, just in case. It's another thing to think about, but what is there to do but keep going?
Then this morning my mom called. Last night I talked to them because Casey, my budgie on semi-permanent loan to Kirsten to keep her Pigwidgeon company, had a red bump on her wing that she was picking at. I thought it might be a bloodfeather and advised them to get her into a vet. Casey hasn't been to a vet since I gave her to Kirsten several years ago, when we lived in Chicago. My mom managed to get her in at a decent vet this morning. They found out that the red bump was a tumor, and that she had more tumors all the way up the inside of her wing as well. It was cancer, spread all over, and the only thing left for Casey would be suffering. They euthanized her this morning, which was the responsible thing to do. I just found out a few minutes ago. Four and a half years is not a long enough life. She should've had twice that. My poor baby. I can't help wondering if I'd have noticed something sooner if she'd been here, if I or Dr. Welle would've been able to save her.
It never rains but it pours, I guess, and there's no time to take a day off and just put things back in order in my head. I shouldn't be writing this, I have to prepare for a cross-examination and write an outline and eat some food so I can take my medicine. I wish I could find a picture of Casey. I think there's one somewhere on Mike's computer. I would like to have it.
I could deal with that. But now Mike's mom has cancer, even if it's a mild, treatable form of cancer, and we're terribly worried about her. They won't be coming up for Thanksgiving, and we're going to have to try and squeeze in time after finals and before Christmas if we want to spend time with them this year. Now there's the little voice in the back of the head that says "What if?" and the compulsion to keep the phone nearby all the time, just in case. It's another thing to think about, but what is there to do but keep going?
Then this morning my mom called. Last night I talked to them because Casey, my budgie on semi-permanent loan to Kirsten to keep her Pigwidgeon company, had a red bump on her wing that she was picking at. I thought it might be a bloodfeather and advised them to get her into a vet. Casey hasn't been to a vet since I gave her to Kirsten several years ago, when we lived in Chicago. My mom managed to get her in at a decent vet this morning. They found out that the red bump was a tumor, and that she had more tumors all the way up the inside of her wing as well. It was cancer, spread all over, and the only thing left for Casey would be suffering. They euthanized her this morning, which was the responsible thing to do. I just found out a few minutes ago. Four and a half years is not a long enough life. She should've had twice that. My poor baby. I can't help wondering if I'd have noticed something sooner if she'd been here, if I or Dr. Welle would've been able to save her.
It never rains but it pours, I guess, and there's no time to take a day off and just put things back in order in my head. I shouldn't be writing this, I have to prepare for a cross-examination and write an outline and eat some food so I can take my medicine. I wish I could find a picture of Casey. I think there's one somewhere on Mike's computer. I would like to have it.
