My way to deal? Humor. Dark. Funny. Humor. Let’s Talk About It…
Today was a big morning at Dr. Moore’s office…one of those mornings where my heart is doing that little stutter-step thing before I even make it to lunch.
Cash had his first chemo treatment.
There are no clever words for that part. I’m grateful, I’m scared, I’m hopeful, I’m tired & I’m trying to stay steady for him. When Greg brought him home, my boy was exhausted…that deep, heavy kind of worn out that makes you want to scoop them up & carry the weight for them. Except Cash is not a small boy so you know, figuratively.
And then there was Shelby.
Because never mind that Cash is the one dealing with the big stuff…Shelby had her Canine Annual. You know the drill…vaccines, tests, the usual “let’s make sure you’re still perfect” maintenance package.
Greg walks in with both of them. Cash is quiet & wiped out. Shelby acted like she’d been transported to a medieval torture chamber & barely made it out alive.
I swear I could hear her little dramatic voice the second she hit the doorway… “Mom! They DID THINGS! They put something in my hiney…they cut me…they poked me…SHOT me…took my blood like VAMPIRES…put stuff in my bod trying to tell me it was for my own good…gave me a mani-pedi I DID NOT ASK FOR…held me down like I was some kind of animal…shoved a pill down my throat & I am NOT A DRUG ADDICT…AND THEY DID ALL OF THIS TO ME WITHOUT EVEN TAKING ME TO DINNER AND A MOVIE FIRST! SO I AM NEBER EBER EBER GOING BACK!”
Y’all 😑🤨
Cash is the one walking through the hard part & Shelby is over here clutching her pearls like a Victorian widow, sighing like she’s been personally wronged by the entire medical community.
And now she has declared she will be going to bed for four days to recover…because clearly she has survived something no one has ever survived before.
So tonight, this is what life looks like in our house:
Cash gets the soft love…quiet voices, gentle hands, all the comfort we can pour into him. The kind of love that says “I’m right here” without needing a thousand words.
Shelby gets to be a princess on her pillow, performing her one-dog show titled Tragedy, Betrayal and Toe Touching.
And Bean will supervise all of it like the furry dictator he is…because someone has to keep standards high around here.
If you need us, we’ll be in the living room…one tired cancer-fighting boy, one dramatic princess recovering from “the horrors,” plus me & Greg…trying to hold it all together.
Because that’s what we do…we love them through it. Even when one of them is absolutely convinced the vet owes her dinner & a movie.
XOXO, Jani
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