We found out yesterday that the bump that they removed from Bella’s stomach wasn’t a cyst, but was in fact cancer. The vet says he thinks he got it all, but we have to keep an eye on her and see if she gets anymore growths and take her for regular visits. I guess all we can do is work to be able to afford it and watch and wait. I hate the feeling of being helpless though.
Krissy and I headed out to dinner last night, seeing as how we hadn’t been out in a while and it was St. Patrick’s Day. We went to Friendly’s, not someplace I could get a beer, but it was still nice all the same. Maybe this weekend we can go out to someplace with a bar or something, I just want to get my drink on, though I might need to get it on while watching Lost tonight.
