Ignorance is bliss, cowardice of a sort

I need to take the Dread Beast Trickster (my 13 y.o. giant black cat) to the vet. Why? Because not only is the spot on his nose not fully healing because he keeps clawing it open, but there are ... lumps on his brow above his left eye, and a large lump on the upper left side of his muzzle.

I called and made an appointment for next week. And then had The Husband call them back and re-schedule the appointment for *after* Christmas.

I check the lumps daily, to make sure they're not getting larger AND to make completely sure they aren't abscesses. They're not, which means that theres a very good chance the lumps are something worse. And, emotional wimp that I am, I don't want to be told my cat has cancer until after Christmas. Because right now, I can look at Beastie and not start crying (much or often). But if I took him to the vet and had my fears confirmed, I don't think I'd deal very well.

I'm consoling (deluding maybe?) myself with the knowledge that other than some strange bumps on his face, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him. He's still alert and playful, there's been no obvious signs of illness or deterioration.

Ignorance is bliss. For a short time, at least.