May 7, 2018. Monday, we took Twister to see a veterinary oncologist at the emergency veterinary clinic on the south side of Fort Worth. After a thorough examination, the oncologist recommended a biopsy which would take place the following day.

Monday afternoon, I had an appointment scheduled with my massage therapist, and I almost didn’t go. Physically and emotionally, I felt lousy, but I went anyway.  And I’m glad that I did. My massage therapist is a wonderful lady who not only listens to me, but also gives me an excellent massage. Worried about Twister I told her what had happened to him. I cried, but she comforted me ( she has a dog too) which helped me a lot.

That evening in of spite the fabulous massage, the fibromyalgia pain intensified. I suppose worrying about Twister’s surgery didn’t help me relax or calm down my pain. When I went to bed that evening, I couldn’t fall asleep.  So,  I spent most of the night praying for Twister, my husband, friends, and relatives. In addition, I occupied my mind thinking about  storylines for horror short stories. I recorded the plots on my digital recorder and  eventually, fell asleep.