Sick [fur] Baby

I'm sure I've mentioned Tilly [my furbaby] before. Tilly is my 3.5 year old Bichon. She was born the day I had my first miscarriage, and so for us is much more than just a dog.

Sunday morning shock.

We woke up a little later than normal for a Sunday morning and when my hubby went down stairs to let Tilly out he discovered she had been violently ill all night, 9 times in fact. She barely made it up the stairs, before she was sick again on the landing.

Beside ourselves.

It took the on-call vet 27 minutes to call us back. In that time I could only imagine the fear and dread that goes through a mother's mind when her child his sick. While I love my dog, and I do call her my baby and I know I would do anything for her, I know that she is a dog. While she will always be part of this family, I'm not deranged enough to treat her like a child, but my love for her both scared and warmed me with the joy and love that I one day hope to have for my child.

Shocked: Today I made an appointment with a Plastic Surgeon

It's not what you might think; this is not a vain attempt to improve myself or expedite my weight loss with lipo. This an appointment I thought I might never make.

Really Worried.

I went to the doctor yesterday; my GP, because I've been worried about some growths on my back. I've been going to the doctor for years and there has never really been anything wrong with me. God...

I wasn't going to waste the €55.00

On the Doctor's visit but I thought, at least it will put my mind at rest coming into the summer. My Doctor took it very seriously [I know I should be glad of this] but...

I left as white as a ghost.

I might have skin cancer... I'm seeing a Consultant Plastic Surgeon in a week and a half for 3 Excision Biopsies. Fear doesn't even cover it.

I thought my biggest challenge this summer would be getting pregnant.

Please pray for me.