The news is all bad

Nev wasn’t happy with last week’s attempt at a chest X-ray and had another done before performing the biopsy.

She was right: a large dark mass is there on a lung.

No point doing the biopsy: so he won’t have a much more sore paw – for a while, anyway.

The diagnosis is in and the prognosis is obvious.

As always, it’s just a matter of time: it was the same with Chic. And I must couple the two together: each one I have loved with all my heart and then some, regardless of one’s being my husband and lover and the other my cat.

It was Chic who made me understand (eventually) that I should get a cat after he’d gone.

Pain management from now on.

Lung cancer has taken and will take the two beings most deeply imprinted, late, on me.