Radiating love...and hope

Yesterday the fur boy had his surgery. And yesterday we learned that they could not remove the mass. It has become too entrenched in his throat; to take it out would do more harm than good. There aren't many options, merely 1) do nothing or 2) do radiation therapy. The radiation will slow the tumor's progression and give him a bit more time with us--or more accurately, give us a bit more time with him.

So we've opted to do the radiation therapy. He'll meet the oncologist on the 23rd for his initial consult. The doctor is located about 80 miles from us; fortunately, his office is literally right down the street from my MIL's house and a few miles from my SIL's house. Add to that the fact that A's office is not too far from there (yes, he commutes an ungodly amount of miles most days) and it's not an inconvenience to see a doctor so far away (the only other doctor who does this treatment is in Orlando--about 2+ hours from us). Then again, even if the Orlando doc was the only option available, it still wouldn't be too far. He's worth it.

My boy is home now, recovering. He's a good guy and even the surgeon noted that when she called with the news. He was very good, she said.

He IS very good, I corrected mentally.