I don't know how to begin this post after taking time off for so long. These last few months have consisted of simply hanging on while managing one crisis after another. And when I say "managing", what I really mean is I get out of bed in the morning to be repeatedly punched in the stomach by Life. Not in the endearing 'overzealous-toddler-unexpectedly-socking-distracted-parent-while-the-rest-of-the-family-laughs-heartily-even-though-they-could-have-easily-warned-said-parent-and-spared-injury-to-both-body-and-pride' kind of way a la America's Funniest Home Videos, either. No. These last weeks have definitely hovered between the Complete Thumping and TKO range. I'd say I had a Serious Beat Down, but I don't have enough street cred for that.
Generally, I have a strict policy to "Just say no to ambiguous blog and Facebook posts," however, some things I may not share and some I may not share for a while. The good news is that it's not all bad, and in fact, a lot of this has not only turned out well, but also, has been a great catalyst toward the next step. Bright side, anyone? Pollyanna can feel free to kiss my ass any time now.
The most recent big event of our lives came last week when, after a check on two new lumps on Dixie (after 5 previously benign growths), the vet came back telling me she officially had cancer. At the time, they weren't sure where else it may have spread or how serious it was, but I was told she'd lose an ear and potentially a leg. I spent the next 24 hours dreading the worst case scenario and attempting to calm LT (who is currently in Dallas for work) via email and telephone with detailed instructions to keep breathing. Any of you who read this blog will maybe have a tiny inkling of how I feel about my girl Dixie. (In case you forgot, see
here or
here or
here or
here or
here or
here or
here or
here or
here.) On Friday, I took her in for her blood work and ultrasound and waited
forever for a few hours. The vet finally called back saying she was clear everywhere else and asking if I wanted to go ahead with the surgery since Dixie had already been fasting and sedated for the appointment that morning. More waiting resulted in the call that my gal was fine, resting comfortably, and ready to go home the next day without an ear, but with all four legs.
She's now doing really well and recovering wonderfully. I'm so grateful that she was able to come out of this with such a minimal amount of surgery and treatment and I consider myself extremely blessed every day I get to spend with this quirky member of our family.
The most recent big event of our lives came last week when, after a check on two new lumps on Dixie (after 5 previously benign growths), the vet came back telling me she officially had cancer. At the time, they weren't sure where else it may have spread or how serious it was, but I was told she'd lose an ear and potentially a leg. I spent the next 24 hours dreading the worst case scenario and attempting to calm LT (who is currently in Dallas for work) via email and telephone with detailed instructions to keep breathing. Any of you who read this blog will maybe have a tiny inkling of how I feel about my girl Dixie. (In case you forgot, see here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here.) On Friday, I took her in for her blood work and ultrasound and waited 
