Tricksey starts her radiation treatments today.

Nobody is happy about this.

Trickey's CT scan showed no visible signs of the cancer. And the lymph node that looked strange on the scan was normal after the biopsy. This is good news. It's even better news because it means she doesn't need the full 19 days of radiation. She will likely be fine with only six radiation treatments, spread over six weeks.

What a relief.

Party Time!

This reduces the chance that she'll die from lack of sleep!

It should also be much less expensive.

Neurofibrosarcoma. Nerve sheath cancer.

Tricksey is about to start on 19 days of radiation treatments. Merry Christmas, T.

She'd prefer to just hide under the vet's exam room bench.

If all goes well, it won't give her a different cancer, kidney failure or general necropathy.

And, it turns out that there is an upper monetary limit that we'd put on saving T's life. It's shockingly high, but it exists. And it's within a fraction of what this is going to cost. For me, that's the most distressing part of this. The prognosis sounds reasonable aside from the aforementioned possible long-term side-effects. But knowing that we would be resigned to letting her die of this if the cost was 50% higher is heartbreaking.

And C is for Cancer.

2016 hates everyone.

Nerve sheath cancer, specifically. This type is not known to spread. But it's unknown if it will come back. The vet who removed the tumor wasn't trying to remove cancer so much as to simply clear Tricksey's throat so she could breath and eat again. So, there's a good chance she didn't get all of it.

Feline oncology, here we come.

Vet cut out a 'mass' of some kind, about the size of an olive, from her throat. It's on its way to pathology.

Tricksey feels a million times better, despite the stitches in her throat.

Now we wait for the results...