We don't actually know if this is Munchkin's birthday, because she wasn't born into the same litter as Cobweb. Munchkin was rescued from her mom (who was trying to kill her because she was the runt) when she was only a few days old. The woman who rescued her (Cobweb's mom's owner) said she and Cobweb (and Cobweb's siblings) opened their eyes on the same day, so she estimated that they were born on the same day, too.
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Later in the day:
My dad's friend Lonne called me today, urging me to come visit because of the recent inoperable brain cancer find. I'm of two minds. On the one hand, inoperable cancer is bad and seems to indicate that we're headed into the final stretch. On the other hand, I have no idea how long he'll still live (he is, after all, doing radiation) and I can't afford to fly out there every time he gets sick. As it is, I've already flown out there more than we can afford.
He's being admitted to the hospital again today (probably, according to Lonne) because of dehydration and low blood pressure. The same thing put him in the hospital last week, which was how they found the new brain cancer. If his blood pressure is really low, there isn't a lot they can do about that. In general, doctors don't like to treat low blood pressure, because you can wind up with permanent high blood pressure as a result. So I'm not sure what exactly they can do for him right now except give him fluids. But if he keeps collapsing, then he needs to be in the hospital ... even if they can't do much for him.
So I'm debating whether or not to go out to visit again soon. Shannon urges me to do so if I want to see my dad again. Perhaps I'm being naive, but I just have this feeling that my dad has months left to live and there's no rush. Maybe it's just the fact that he's already lived longer than the doctors' original predictions -- it makes me doubt the doom-saying.
I suppose I should go. As Shannon says, I might otherwise have regrets. I'll talk to my dad about it and see what he thinks.
