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
Helen