....not least of which is Lucy, my outside dog.
When she was born to a dog we inherited from my stepdaughter, she had some issues. Ole Boy diligently nursed her back to health. When it came time to give the puppies away, he never considered letting her go.
Last week, we noticed a orange-sized growth on her inside back leg. It must have appeared quite quickly, as it was big enough that surely we would have noticed...it's very obvious.
The vet's initial blood tests on Saturday indicate cancer. There's another area that may or may not be cancerous. She is undergoing surgery this morning. At 12 years old, for a 60 pound dog...I worry not just about the cancer but the anesthesia as well.
Like I said....I have a lot on my mind, not least of which is Lucy...other things bothering me, as well.
UPDATE: Lucy is home and doing pretty well. Now, if we can just keep the other two from disturbing her, we may be on the right path to recovery.