Molly

Took Thursday off and drove all the way up to Hertfordshire to take Molly to see a specialist about her back legs. She now has a stinking cold to go with it - all to do with being run down. It was a 5 hour round trip and Molly had to stay in overnight for a barrage of tests to see what's wrong.

Initially when they called that night to say we could pick her up the following day I was feeling positive that it was something treatable with medication. But when Eddie collected her yesterday the news wasn't so good. They've found a huge mass in her chest which they think is cutting off her communication between the nerves and muscle in her legs. For now they don't know what it is, or whether it's benign, malignant, operable or not. I am worried sick. I get tearful everytime I think that she might not get better and I may soon have to make the one decision I couldn't bear. Let's hope it doesn't come to that, I must try hard to think positive.

In the meantime she seems much more mobile as she's on steroids and at least she's home and outside in the garden again (or asleep on our bed as she is now). I'm just happy to have her back from the Voidlands and with me where she belongs.

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