Another kick in the teeth….*edit*
Chances had his follow-up ultrasound today. Found a mass on his heart, on the right atrium. He’s going to develop an effusion again if we don’t do something, but the options are minimal, prognosis is 4 weeks to six months. Going to an oncologist in Chicago tomorrow, maybe he has some answers; he’s had some success with chemo on this type of cancer, shrinking it and improving quality of life, but it’s not a cure. I may get six months.
$300 for chemo or $300 to euthanize and cremate? If $300 will get me that six months, I’m in.
Waiting for us to get something good, instead of the piles of birdshit that life usually hands us.
Getting tired of waiting. I just want my dog for a little while longer. Not forever.
Just a little while.
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After consulting with the oncologist, we are electing to not go through with the chemo. It isn’t worth it for the last few months of his life to be sick and vomiting and ill. I’d rather he had a few good weeks than a couple of months of feeling awful. The chemo(and we found out would need to be repeated several times) was not going to improve his prognosis, and as such we didn’t want to subject him any more stress and discomfort. He’ll be the pampered pooch, the golden child, and spoiled rotten for his remaining time with us, and I intend to enjoy every minute of it.
He just belched at me. Isn’t dog love grand?
Ah geez, hon, I am so sorry. What miserable choices for you. I hope you get that extra 6 months with Chance. Hugs!
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Yes, dog love is grand indeed! You pamper that boy to your heart’s content, darlin. It’s a painfully sad situation, but the good thing is you can indulge him and love him like mad in the time that is left, and of course he will love every minute of it.
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RYN–“…whippoorwill’s ass in blueberry time.” Now THAT one I’ve never heard and loved it the minute I read it. I’m going to look for opportunities to use it every chance I get! The only connection I can possibly imagine, is that birds eat blueberries, and when they do, those blue tinged squirts they get are copious! đŸ˜› Hope Chance is doing okay.
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RYN–I had to laugh at your note about Stella not wanting to go out in the snow to pee. My sister has a bassett hound (Charlie) and he won’t go out in it to pee either if his privates drag in the snow, which of course, they do, so my sister has to shovel him a little trail so he can take his weeny out there without it getting frostbit. She lives in Prineville Oregon where there is lots of snow.:)
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