I picked up Finney the other day and noticed a lump in the same spot where he had his surgery. I was feeling so optimistic. I even ordered a year’s worth of insulin for him! But the vet confirmed his cancer was back. No more surgeries. Pain meds have been ordered. Being an inconsolable wreck is in my future. My poor little guy. I thought you had caught a break.
I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.View all posts by Stacy Horn →