Today is a yuck day.
It’s Mother’s Day and it’s crap.
It’s my second Mother’s Day with a dead mother. The first one was better.
On the first one no one said the word, pancreas. I don’t like that word.
Last year no one had to say that word. Everyone had a pancreas that was working so there was no need to mention the word.
This year one of my dogs is sick.
This morning at first light I took him to the vet. The vet said the word pancreas.
I don’t like the word because Mum had a pancreas. It killed her.
I don’t like thinking about the pancreas. I never think about it. It is a horrid organ.
Vets think about the pancreas and even say the word.
When the vet said the word to me, I went cold.
You are not allowed to say the word. Especially not on Mother’s Day.
The vet doesn’t even know if my dog has a sick pancreas. She just thinks so. She shouldn’t have said pancreas, unless she knows. You don’t just take a stab in the dark and use the word pancreas. She could have said elbow or constipation or muscle or anything. But she chose to say PANCREAS!
Now all I can think about is Mum and her pancreas and dying. I don’t want to think about that. How can I have a nice day when I can only think about being sick or dead because of a pancreas?
Maybe I’m just meant to have a crap day. Some days are just good and some are just yuck. Maybe it is just my turn for a yuck one. I don’t know who decides who gets the good days and who gets the yuck days. It’s probably a good thing that I don’t know who it is. I may decide to harm them or shout,”Pancreas!” at them to see how they like it.
Now that I know why I’m feeling so bad, I must try to shake it and claw back part of the day and declare it PANCREAS FREE!
Later I shall raise a glass to Mum, remember how she thought Mother’s Day was commercial rubbish and SMILE.
I do hope Parky dog has constipation…