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Jasper's surgery is in six hours.

I am a mess of anxiety.

We won't know until about 3 weeks or so if this time they got all of it. Last time they didn't know it was cancerous and the cancer was all the way into the margins.

I hope they can get the cancer out. I hope he'll forgive us for putting him through another surgery.

I hope he won't stop cuddling me or purring on my shoulder while nesting onto my boobs for a nap.

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Jasper is currently resting comfortably with me checking on him frequently to make sure he doesn't scratch his eye area or need anything. In exchange he doesn't have to wear the cone.

So far he's being a real trooper about it just like last time. I really do think cats understand English and he understood my explanations of what was happening.

The opthalmologist took out everything they could and hopefully the biopsy will show the cancer not all the way through the removed tissue.

Ian gets paid in ten minutes so we don't have to worry about not having enough money for groceries/expenses after that.

The above picture is of Jasper at our vet the day we went to understand his diagnosis.

Besides Jasper I've mostly been reading fanfiction and making sure the other three cats aren't jealous of the attention Jasper's getting.

The headache I've had for days is getting better. And I'm glad the cancer cells are hopefully out of my cat.

Three weeks or so we should know for sure.

Which will put us in July. Hopefully after the anniversary of the cat who's death still feels fresh rather than almost a year ago.

Anyway Jasper is asleep and safe for now. I'm going to go back to reading fanfiction mostly about Harry Potter being raised by his godfather. Sometimes with manipulative Dumbledore... They are my weakness.