Good News ...

... I can't go into it right now, but it looks like Steve got some great news today! Yay! There may have been a mix-up/misunderstanding in his case ... so hang tight. But for right now, Steve's not going anywhere. He still has the disease, but probably not to the extent that we thought he did ... YAY.

One Year Ago ...

I don't like opening my posts with bad news. I don't like sounding like a whiner all the time, but I assume, those of you who come here to read it, understand it and don't mind it.

One year ago to the day my little sweetheart Sparky was diagnosed with cancer. They gave him 2 months. He only made it 34 days. Today, on the same day, my best friend Steve got his bad news. The melanoma has  spread to his lymph nodes. The prognosis is less than 5 years, and that's without knowing the extent of it. He has to see an oncologist, he has to do more tests, and he has to do some sort of body scan in order to find out what exactly is going on. And even then, you can never be sure. My bf, who happens to be a doctor, told me that most of his patients in Steve's shoes have a less than 50/50 chance to make it past 5 years. I am so incredibly heart broken. It's as everything that happened last year is repeating itself. And I'm so scared. I'm horrible in dealing with these things. And I want to be his best friend as always, I just know that there's a chance that my fear of the unknown will let him down ... I can't believe this is happening again. 2 of the most important people in my life -- both affected by the same dreadful disease -- both not deserving of any of it... I just don't get it.

I did something last night I haven't done in a while. I sat down by Sparky's old spot, took a little sniff at the carpet (and yep, it still smell's like Fritos Feet there) and 'talked' to him about life and stuff. I think my subconscious was already preparing me for this day. I've been moping around for nearly 3 days now and for no real reason. So I'll probably sit back down by his spot tonight and talk some more, hoping that maybe 'someone' will listen and that Steve will get another chance ...

Steve and I at my law school graduation. Hugs, big guy!

Good News

Good News, People!

Well, I don't want to get ahead of myself and start acquiring a whole set of new expectations, but I did get an email last Thursday from the "people who hold my future in their hands". They informed me that I met their 'hiring standards' and that I was still in the running for a job that 270 people applied to. I am HAPPY. Honestly, if I get this job, I will be floored ... I almost don't think I will, but hey, knowing that I am not tossed out in the first round is nice to know and gave me a little dash of extra hope.

Well, and then my best buddy Steve has his procedure done this coming Thursday. They are removing quite a bit of his calf. The doctor compared it to a shark-bite procedure. After that, there will be a bunch of testing (and praying) that nothing has spread to lymph nodes or other parts of the body. Steve has always been one of the most optimistic persons I know. I think this trait will be helpful in his recovery process.

Other than that, I went on a little road trip with the BF yesterday and took pics. I saw a bunch of cows grazing on fields and it reminded me of how excited Sparky would get during our little trips. Whenever he saw cows,  he would stand up in his seat and start pacing and whimpering, begging to be let out. He LOOOVVVVEEEEDDDD cows. I knew he would have had a ball. When I finally got home and uploaded my pics, I noticed two pics had a rainbow image on them. At the time I took the pics, there were no rainbows any where ... but part of my likes to believe that whenever there's a rainbow, Sparks is not far behind.

I love you, puppy ... and I miss you.