I take Gorby back to the U today for a "surgical consult" with Team One to determine the course of action regarding his intestinal tumor.
I feel like I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place:
If I do nothing, the tumor will grow and cancer will spread OR the tumor will grow and either obstruct, perforate or constrict his intestine, which, along with the cancer, presents a whole new set of problems.
I've got a list of questions a mile long to ask and reask Team One about the procedures, the recovery process, the recovery success, etc.
Depending on all the answers, Gorby will either spend the night there and have surgery tomorrow or come home with me, untreated.
Gorby, during all of this, just keeps trucking. Eating like a horse; drinking; "eliminatining"; looking for attenting and getting lots of love.
I was going to post a picture, but the Blogger template is a little weird today, and I don't see the icon to upload photos.
I'll leave you with this: =^..^=