The rush of life seemed to come to a full stop when I got a call I'd been waiting for on Friday from my vet about CarrieAnne. The lab results of the aspirate taken from the lump on her chest were returned. It was just as I thought, and just as I'd feared, it's a mast cell tumor. She'll of course need to have surgery to remove it. Because I have to balance Carrie's care and the cost together, there are decisions that will have to be made as to who will do the surgery. I've called for a consultation with a surgeon who did surgery on Sheba, Josh, and our boy Hamlet a few years ago, who I like and very much trust. Yesterday the vet that is doing acupuncture on Gus gave me some good suggestions and a lot of encouragement. I'm trying to remain hopeful and positive, but in the quiet moments, I'm finding that right now, it's not easy.