Ellipses

Short post.

Chick got phone call from the doc who did Snowy’s procedure last week. Pathology had called him even though they are not through with studying the excised tissue. They advised that this was a melanoma, and the sickest, most aggressive they had ever seen. They have no idea if/where it may have spread.

The doc told Chick that if Snowy were 20 years younger he would be insisting on emergency surgery and immediate chemotherapy, but… she’s not, and…

It is in those ellipses …   (devices I use myself frequently)  where the unsaid is unsaid but is implied. And therein lies the pending agony of decisions. What is the best thing to do? What is the right thing to do? What is …

Yep, ellipses are going to be the pending hell.

Next steps, beyond trying to figure out how to breathe again, will be meeting with the procedure doc on Tuesday morning when Snowy will get stitches out, hopefully hear the rest of the pathology report, get at least an initial idea of the actual situation we are looking at. He is going to be getting recommendation(s) for an oncologist. I have asked for Snow’s and my primary care doctor give recommendation(s) for an oncologist. We’ll start finding out what options there are and which ones make sense for the situation …

Chick and I are feeling poleaxed as this possibility did not enter even the edges of our thoughts.

Sometime soon I’m going to take Snowy flying again. Whether we are at “end times” or not, it’s a kick in the shins reminder not to wait to make time together precious.

I’m going to be hoping for advice, support, flashlights…