Not The Best Case
By the end of the conversation with the vet earlier this evening, I was openly bawling.
The poor woman. She'd stayed late at work to talk to me, even, and there I was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, having stopped listening to her options minutes ago. Wads of snot-soaked toilet paper piled up in the diamond of my legs.
The best case scenario now is that the mass in Freya's chest is lymphoma, and that once the chemo has made her better, she will be one of the 10% of cats who live for two more happy years.
That, my friends, is a shitty best case.

Oh no. Poor Freya. I'm so sorry.
That was me. I forgot to sign. Love, Chris in Wpg.
We love our critters as ourselves. If we're as good as humans get... Best wishes...
Oh sweetie, I am so sorry.
Oh, poor little monkey. I can't decide which of you I mean. Let's say both. Poor both of you.
I can't think what to say, Megan, just know you're in my thoughts.
...and apparently the forgetting to sign in thing is running rampant...
I'm so sorry to hear that :(
So sorry too... stay courageous... let me know if I can be of help.
I'm so sorry to hear the sad news. Thinking of you both.
If I can offer any advice, if you do decide to put her down, don't go in with her. Being there sucks real bad, not being there only sucks bad.
Hugs and kisses from the brood!
Thanks everyone.
When we lost a cat over 10 years ago we got a card from the vet that said something I still remember. It said that it's really brave to love a pet because you know that at some point you're going to lose them because you'll live longer than they do. (The card said it much better obviously.) That stays with me... It's really brave to love a cat or any pet that you know you're likely to outlive.
Big hugs to both of you, Megan and Freya. I'm so sorry you're going through this. The only advice I can give you is to bury your faces in each other's necks and cry.