For the most part, I consider myself an optimist, I really try to think that things will work out for the best. Except... when it comes to anything pertaining to medical tests, then I automatically assume the worst.

Niels & I took Big G to the vet on Saturday, she's lost 2 pounds (which for a nine pound cat is a lot) over the past few months and has been throwing up, with an increasing frequency. Our vet (who's awesome) gave her a physical, but couldn't find anything, so recommended a set of blood tests, of which the results would come in today.

Well, the vet called this morning and I could tell from her tone of voice that things weren't good. Ginger's pancreatic levels are elevated and it could mean one of two things, Big G has pancreatitis (inflammation of the pancreas, which is treatable) or she could have a tumor. The vet recommended an ultrasound (which would have to be done at another clinic) to be sure. 

Where does my brain latch on to? Tumor. Not that Big G could be totally fine with some treatment, but that she's got cancer and is on her way out. What is wrong with me? Why do I always assume the worst? Was it the vet's tone of voice? Not sure, but either way, Niels & I are going to have to talk about our options, and take it from there.