respite please

Apparently the last 18 months haven't been quite hard enough: losing two babies, relationship crises (yes, plural), car getting written-off before Christmas, having to spend £4k on new windows, work-related problems (me, not Significant Other), failed IUIs / timed interc.our.se, watching friends getting married, pregnant and having babies. That's a fairly full schedule for less than 2 years.

But not full enough it seems as last night, just before dinner, I got a call from the vet to say that my darling cat's blood tests showed "cause for concern" with grossly elevated liver enzymes and elevated creatinin. We have to take her in on Monday for another blood test, and a urine test the results of which should "give a better indication of prognosis". Not "diagnosis" but "prognosis". Maybe I have worked in the health service too long, or maybe it's because that was what they said about our second baby before her heart stopped, but I have such a feeling of impending devastation.

I've had just about as much as I think I can manage for a while so please - god /Gaia / universe / overlords from outer space - no more. Just for a little while? We need to re-group and we need my darling cat who is, after all, our one surviving child.