This summer was unusual long, but autumn has come this month at last.

It had the uranium accident in Japan the other day.
I'm all right. (I live in a city at a distance of about 470 miles to there.) But I'm afraid... an atomic power plant is less than 50 miles from here.
(Sister says,"For the worst, parents will go to a refuge, and I'll lie with you in our car.")

I've got a bad news the other day again.
My vet told mom,"Sasha has the mammary gland tumor again and she needs the operation on Monday."
Does it mean I'll have a hard time?