|Sheet rock after the first day of mud|
Another week with its ups and downs and here is an accounting with photos. Sasha and Chauncey had a vet visit which had a major impact on us all, and probably was the single biggest contributor to my Thursday meltdown. Just to update everyone who is following the ongoing saga, after Sasha was diagnosed with aggressive oral cancer on November 4, 2010, the decision was made just to do palliative care as she wasn't expected to live more than a couple months. But when she looked good three months later and when she was also reacting negatively to the steroid treatment, the decision about surgery was re-thought and a veterinarian oncologist surgeon came to the island and removed the large mass (pretty well intact he said) along with two lymph nodes which seemed OK, but were enlarged. That was all done on February 16th and based on my talk with both the surgeon and Sasha's regular vet, I held out great hopes for the biopsy results (as, it turns out did her vet).
|Sheet rock with one coat of mud|
|Sasha's incision is nearly invisible just 2 weeks!|
|Thackeray and Laoise pretending they aren't ready to|
pounce as soon as Sasha moves from the food bowl.
Anyway, back to the past week. The sheet rock got mudded on Tuesday and Wednesday and that was fine for me, although the pets really don't take well to confinement and Chauncey is especially needy at the moment, finding it necessary to be within inches of me at all times, and so when I go out to the kitchen to get something and he can't come (because I will avoid stepping in mud splatters, but the pets won't), he cries on the other side of the door which is heart-rendering. Poosa fares better since she just jumps up on cat furniture so she can see out of the lovely window Leigh cut in my door, but Chauncey hasn't managed that so he can't even see me.
|Blue roofing is nearly done.|
|Daughter dragon weather vane|
|Mother dragon weather vane protecting us all!|