Today the test results came back.
It felt like the beginning again.
The cancer hasn’t grown.
Larger or smaller.

Three months of watching his body get pumped full of poison.
Three months of watching him loose his hair, his weight, his strength.

Three weeks of no chemo.
Three weeks of seeing his color return, noticing more whiskers on his cheek, seeing him smile.

Three solid weeks of hope and happiness for the rest of us.
Belief that it was really working.

Another day of wondering why.
Another day of facing the possibility that this might just be a battle he can’t win.
Another day of feeling completely helpless.