I had to take my dog to the vet three days ago. Then found out that all his teeth had to go and he had a tumor in his mouth. He's doing fantastic now, even minus most of his teeth. He's 13 years old and live well past an average life span. I'm proud of him and I love him and while I've assumed he had some sort of cancer somewhere all along (he's an old Labrador that's the way it goes) it was much easier to live with when I didn't officially know what kind it was and "how long" he may live. Could have lived in a more vague state of being.
Then I went out to my grandparents. They were having a family garage sale, so I thought I'd just head out and hang out with my family. My grandmother had a friend stop by. A friend who "knows allot about medical things." So my grandmother insists I tell her about the "thing" I'm doing. So I do. I mean why not, I'm choosing to go through this process publicly with this blog and youtube channel anyway. And OMG. She went off with this speech about I'm so young and am I sure I've tried everything I can and it's a big decision and "I hope you've done your research." Like OMG. Lady you don't know me. I don't know you. I didn't even know your name till less than a minute ago. You aren't me. I mean grrrrrrrrrr!!!!
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