It's never good when you get a call from your nurse saying "Now, this is probably nothing to worry about..." Apparently, this last scan, there was some metabolic activity seen in the osseous structures of the pelvis and spine - (basically, Hank may be spreading to the bone). However, since there weren't any cancerous lesions seen in those areas, they think that this is just an incidental thing, not important or significant, just something we need to keep an eye on. I'm not worrying (like fun, I'm not worrying - my head isn't worried. My spleen, on the other hand, is fretting to beat the band.)
So... there's that. On the other hand, there's Moose, who went through the first of his "cold laser" treatments for his back, and has been stoned out of his freaking gourd all day. Not too stoned to bark his head off at the cable guy, you understand - but stoned enough that he preferred to bark from the safety of his mother's lap. Dixie was trying to take up the slack, but she would bark some, forget what it was that she was barking about, then 5 minutes later remember that there was an intruder, bark a little more (wash, rinse, repeat) - she just doesn't have the dedication necessary.
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