My health, it’s fine: I saw the doctor for a complete physical last week and she ruled that I was in good health. However, now that I am officially middle-aged, she encouraged me to get more exercise and sleep, and to watch my moles for unexplained changes. I asked for tips about how to unwind, mostly because the weight of stress from work has been bearing down on my shoulders lately. Other than encouraging me to do some yoga, she had no helpful advice. For that I will have to look elsewhere.
M’s health, it’s mending: M caught his second cold of the year last week and was less than thrilled about it. The two of us rarely get sick, which is why this physical setback left him feeling a wee bit grumpy. Thankfully, the cold was a small one, giving him the icks, the sniffles, the sneezes and the tireds rather than the more serious coughs, aches and fevers. We stayed inside this weekend and mostly just read and watched Hulu as he recuperated.
The tumor, it grows: Sera’s cancer, on the other hand, is getting worse and while my anger about her dying is something I work hard to manage, it occasionally boils over (fuck Cancer). The tumor on her breast has tripled in size since November and it’s clearly taking a toll on her small, furry body. When the cancer reaches her lungs, we will take Sera to the vet and end her ordeal. But in the meantime, she remains in good spirits and I intend to do everything I can to keep her that way.
