Well, I've made part one of my decision. I really am between a rock and a hard place. Even my doc admits I have no "good" alternatives. I am going to go ahead and get the Lupron shots for the next 6 months. MENOPAUSE HERE I COME! I have the script in for the first shot, but they have to order it, so I won't get the actual shot until tomorrow PM (great, another day to think about it).
After the holidays, I will probably have surgery, but I have time to research that thought and think about it some more. And heck, January in Vermont is a much better time of year for lying around recouperating than summer is!
UGH. Its going to be a rough ride. I spoke with my boss this morning and he is being very supportive and realizes that there is not only the physical component of my recovery, but an emotional one as well. I'm out of work this week as well to continue recouperating and getting my blood counts up (I'm still below where I should be, but my doc was happy with how much it had gone up considering how low it was even after 2 pints of blood).
The other emotional thing of the last week, that really didn't start hitting me until yesterday, was that my cat Cocoa dissappeared Monday night. At bed time, she gave Geoff attitude (typical behavior for her), and sat right there in the driveway and would not come in. We haven't seen her since. He has gone up in the woods a couple of times to look for her, but there is too much territory up there. The three possibilities are fisher cat
, she is lost, or she decided she was 10 and getting decrepit and went off to die in peace. 
Katy
Most of our cats growing up went off to die when they were old and sick (we found one carcass several year later when we re-landscaped....my parents have a natural backyard that backs up to a creek - no rear neighbors - and they found a cat skeleton when building a retaining wall...)
