What's up doc?

I keep waiting for some news to share, but the sh@# continues to circle over my head in holding pattern.  I spent Friday making seven different appetizers and turning my house into a casino game room while the vets opened my cat up in search for cancer.  I bit my nails, dry-heaved and hyperventilated all day long.  Finally at 6 pm it all came to a head.  The guests started arriving, the vet called to say they found cancer and I tripped on the glass staircase and shattered a rung.  

Despite my wishes to euthanize in the event of a malignancy, the cat was closed up and I was promised excellent pain management for him.  Two days later he was released to me for hospice care.  I haven't slept much since; on my right lies the angst of his suffering and the prospect of losing him forever, and on my left lies a sick cat who requires tube feedings and meds around the clock.  I startle every time the phone rings.  Is it the surgeon calling with the biopsy results, or will Chester get another stay on his execution?

On a positive note, my husband tremendously enjoyed his surprise birthday party Friday night and inadvertently made a hero of himself the way he so kindly reacted to the broken stair, "Are you OK honey?"  My son's beach party unfolded without a hitch the following day.  I had a good time, even with thoughts of Chester persistently gnawing on my emotions.