There was some blood on the tile and futon recently.  I use vinyl fitted sheets to protect the futon and bed, so it didn’t seep through to the mattresses, but having to wash sheets everyday wore me down.  I had some detective work to do, as I was looking at paws, where no blood appeared.  I noticed it would show up on the futon where Ginger and Bouchard napped when I wasn’t home.  Then one day recently, Ginger was sitting in front of me and while we were having a conversation, blood droplets appeared.  Mon Dieu! That’s when I figured it out.  Ginger’s lump had sprung a leak.

I have been using t-shirts and towels to absorb the blood.  No stopping it whatsoever.  She has an appointment on Wednesday to have it debulked.  That’s a lot to debulk.  She is still in good spirits otherwise, and I hope that she comes out of this with the same. The cancer is in her arm pits like hard little rocks.  But she can’t live with a bleeding grapefruit-sized lump hanging off her like that.

Keep her in your prayers.  Wednesday is the day when she’ll need them most!

Helen