Our lovely labrador had a lump suddenly appear on her head. After passing through every emotion with it may be cancer, it may not, it may be operable, it may not, it may have spread or maybe not, we now find ourselves with a dog who has had surgery to remove as much tumour as possible but some remained, and she is about to undergo palliative radiotherapy.
Am just knocked sideways by this - and its been a few weeks, so I really should have got used to it by now. Keep looking at her and thinking 'you're dying, you're bloody dying and we love you so much' 
Have lost lots of people in life through cancer, and suppose I've coped OK with that all things told. My DH has been life threateningly ill recently and I coped OK with that. So why has this news knocked me off my feet. I've even cried at work. How embarrassing is that. Anyone?