The surgery that gutted her like a fishie from stem to stern and then the two weeks of delicate care for her. She decided to grow things inside herself (not cancerous, luckily) but still, you know. Bad.
It was insanely expensive. My mother paid as we couldn’t.
Mother herself has a medically delicate cat, who is actually staying over currently so I can take care of her medical needs while the cat yells at me about how I’m not perfect. But I’m okay at taking care of her. So I get the honor of doing whatever the cat wants, immediately.
I’ve been worried my mother might go that way, just from age, but luckily she’s been getting more left as the years go on. This gives me hope for myself as well!