New girl.

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New girl. The timing is all screwed up; I was supposed to have my surgery three weeks ago, which would have made next week ideal for her to come home, but no . . . . [She's been in the works for a while, a rescue girl to keep Raven company because he's grieved his little sister so.] Anyway, the animals, they come when they come, and we'll manage. Her name is Chinook (no, that's not what she's been called; we don't even know whether she originally had a real name or not) and she's already figured out that it's hers. She's a year old, incredibly smart and responsive (both typical in a hound), and very, very sweet. And her face looks so much like Griffin it's almost scary. We figured his spirit was telling us that she needs us, so here she is.

She's a bright spot, if also a complicating one, in what promises to be a scary and expensive week. The newest avalanche of medical expenses also begins on Wednesday. No, no idea what the initial consult will set me back; if I had to guess, two to three hundred, at least. It's everything that follows that's camped out on my soul and won't budge, since I know that, at a minimum, it will be well into five figures before they're done. As I also said, I don't know what else they may find (i.e., spread to lymph nodes or elsewhere; the fact that the thyroid tumor has turned out to be cancerous, and un-DX'd for 16 months, means they'll be looking at the two liver tumors in a new light, given the pattern this sort of cancer tends to take when it spreads), and thus how long they might need to keep me there. And all of this, of course, is complicated now by truly debilitating levels of body-wide pain and fatigue, so at this point, there aren't even fumes in the tank. Right now, I need to raise $1,500 1,000 to pay off one particular bill and $600 ($125 for this one now; we made a sale last night) for another (and then there are another $30K worth behind them, but this will get two of the smaller ones off my back immediately), so here are the links:

• My Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds) (and if you subscribe today you won't be billed until March 1st for February);
• Wings's site, for sales, with lots of new items posted;
• Wings's direct PayPal link;
• A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
• Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff, with the kibble back on it; we gave several of our existing bags to a local disabled vet with a starving rescue dog who needed the help;
• Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. I've added two or three new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need.

All we want, to be able to have some confidence in making it through the whole year with whatever they're going to find going wrong in my body, is to make some sales. That's it: sales; nothing else. But I haven't been able to make even that happen, and the stress is telling. Good vibes for Raven are still welcome (he's still hanging with us, and I need him to be safe while we're out). But I could use some, too. We all could also use some help with sharing Wings's site (and testimonials, if you got 'em). Thanks.

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