My dog had surgery and I have not slept

So if you read my second to latest post, you know that my dog was diagnosed with at least one mast cell tumor this past Monday (today is Thursday). Yesterday, she had surgery to remove four lumps; the one that had been identified as mast cell, and three others. She is currently doing a great impression of Frankenpuppy or Joaquin Phoenix, take your pick. She is laying next to me in bed, in a black t-shirt to protect the incisions on her shoulder and abdomen and she is drugged to the gills. 

I'm feeling a little less bitter and hopeless than I did the day I got the news. People have come out of the woodwork to offer support. Emotional, physical, financial support from friends, family, complete strangers. Angel's story has literally gone around the world as a friend from college lives in Italy and has challenged some of his friends to donate to help us. I am overwhelmed with gratitude. And I am hopeful that the biopsy results will be good. I should know more next week. 

In even better news, tomorrow I will be adding my signature to a Custody Stipulation that gives me sole legal custody and primary physical custody of my daughter. Meaning that I don't need to ask my ex-husband for his consent to make any decisions about her care, and she and I can move wherever suits our needs best. This is a huge weight off my mind and is something long overdue. I would be celebrating more, but I literally have not slept since a few hours Tuesday night. I am too old for all nighter's anymore and am very much hoping Angel sleeps more tonight so I can get some rest. 

I will hopefully get back to reviewing and discussing entertainment soon. Life simply got in the way.