"You can lose the battle, and still win the war."
And... if you have been following along with our tales, this adage might give you a clue as to what this post is about.
Yes, our dear Moonie. "Moonie-Junie" - he would tell you that I call him that when I want to talk to him. It's something just between him and me.
We have noticed of late that his eye was not looking any better during the first chemotherapy phase of his treatment (following two prior surgeries). At first I thought his eye might just be angry from all of the trauma, but each day it gets redder and lumpier. Each day it looks more like the tumor may be winning the battle.
Dr. Becky came to examine his eye yesterday, and, indeed, the tumor continues to grow.
Moonie is not his usual carefree self these days. He turns his back on me whenever I approach... a good indication that he'd prefer to be left alone. If you know Moonie, then you would agree that this in-your-face, friendly fellow is not himself. Normally, I cannot enter his yard without him coming over to see what I might want.
I can only surmise that his eye must be terribly uncomfortable.
And so, it has been decided that his eye must come out. It's a big...