Another week gone by and still no activity on Shoshi’s desk.
The bad news is that my surgery, which should have taken place this afternoon, has again been postponed (see my previous post) – owing to my surgeon having to deal with a family disaster of some kind. I am sure that he will put me back at the top of his list as soon as he is able to return, and I can imagine how he is feeling, having had to put me off twice.
I was confused and frustrated on Monday when I first heard about this, but I am now feeling a lot better about things. It’s a pest being back in Limboland with no date, because I can’t make any practical arrangements. I’ve been here twice before and it’s now getting pretty boring. Anyway, hopefully we will hear something soon, and I am now anxious to get on with this because the cancer cannot be left indefinitely. I am now more than ready to go in and get this over.
Here’s another kitty pic to keep you going!
This is Sophie, my very first kitty after I left my parents’ home to set up on my own. She was born in 1979 and lived to be 16. She was completely crazy and the vet said she had a tortoiseshell brain as well as a tortoiseshell coat – mixed up brain and mixed up coat – apparently torties are often like this. She was so confused that she sometimes used to purr and growl at the same time! She could go rigid with rage and used to hiss and growl with the best, but she could also be extremely loving and affectionate, and I loved her to bits. She had kittens when she was a year old and I watched them being born, which was quite an experience, and after that she did settle down a bit mentally, but not much!