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And lo, my thread order came in, and is lovingly bindered up. That’s been a satisfying spot of joy in the day.

Less joyful is the results from Batman’s visit to the vet’s office today. He was apparently a champ about getting ultrasounded, which meant we didn’t have to pay for sedation. But all the things the vet theorised about liver and kidneys turned out to not be the case — everything looked fine… except… his intestines. They apparently have thickened up, and she thinks that we’re looking at lymphoma. Yup, my furkid might have cancer, and we’ve agreed to operate on this presumptive diagnosis. A full diagnosis would require surgery to biopsy him, and we agree with the vet that he’s older and a bit frail after his sudden lost weight to undergo surgery. So we have medicine, and we have the theory, and well. It’s palliative care, but hopefully we can give him a good out (and preferably one in 2+ years). Obvs, I’m sad, but I’m also realistic — our cats are 14 and a half years old. We are well into each day is a gift territory, and I know it.  The kids too it fairly well all told. We’ll just all do our best with the situation to hand.

Past that, just yanno, work and life and things. It all rolls on.

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