One and Done, Sort Of
My urologist called me this morning and told me the cancer had not spread to the lining of my bladder. So no more chemo, but I will have to be checked with a cystoscopy every four months. I am so incredibly relieved. My understanding is a cystoscopy should be fairly simple without the kind of lingering effects I had with the surgery and chemo. I was not feeling great for a few days, but by Friday evening felt good enoigh to go to Blue Pit for jackfruit barbecue. And Sunday I spent the day at an off-site Barcs event. While I was at the shelter Sunday before the event I met a little old lady kitty named Macchiato. She was skin and bones, scruffy, but had the biggest purr when she got out of her little bed to greet me. At 18, she likely does not have a ton of time left, but I was determined she was not going to die alone in the shelter. If her pleas for a rescue went unanswered, I was going to bring her home. But this must be a week for good news. A rescue is picking her up today. A