Bless me readers, for I have been remiss…again. It has been a
month and a half since my last blog post. Normally one might think of the old
adage “no news is good news.” That isn’t the case with me. Well, not
completely.
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| Canine lymph node diagram |
On Friday, June 29, my mom found an “abnormal” lymph node.
It’s amazing that she found it; it was hardly enlarged. My mom gropes me every
morning. She pretends she’s just petting me or giving me a massage but she
lingers with her fingers around all my lymph nodes. For the uninitiated, here is
a handy diagram to help you find your canine’s lymph nodes. (Excuse the
inferior breed pictured but I couldn’t find a diagram featuring a Corgi.)
Dr. Freeman at the Veterinary Cancer Referral Center was
rather impressed that my mom found it at all. My dad said he couldn’t feel
anything and that it was probably just part of my jaw. He was obviously in
denial.
As fate would have it, that Friday was the day before my
parents were going to a place called Mexico to go scuba diving again. I’m not sure what that
is, precisely, but they do it rather frequently. My mom and I immediately went
over to see Dr. Freeman and she confirmed what we most feared: after 14 months,
I am out of remission.
I started chemotherapy again that same day; the Wisconsin Protocol again.
With my parents out of the country, my Aunt Heidi was kind enough to take care
of us. Aunt Heidi always gives us
treats. “Good” treats, healthy
treats. She also doesn’t seem to mind following me around with gloves and the
pooper scooper since handling “chemotherapy waste” is quite the challenge. Should my siblings step in my doggie
diamonds and then lick their paws (as we all do), it could make them very ill.
Heidi was extraordinarily diligent. One might say obsessed.
Heidi also brought me back to Dr. Freeman the following
Friday since my parents were still away. We are certainly very lucky indeed to
have someone as caring as Aunt Heidi to watch over us. I was panting for a few
days, due in some small measure to the prednisone but more likely due to the higher
temperatures.
While my lymph nodes are back to a “normal” size, we have
yet to hear the magic word “remission.”
We are keeping our digits crossed, however, and I am getting the
occasional ground turkey with rice dinners. Scrumptious!
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| Godspeed, Ollie. |
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| RIP dear Draco aka Chewbacca. |
I did make a new friend, though, Archie. He is
a 10 1/2 year old Golden Retriever also going through his second round of
chemo. Archie’s dad was very affectionate with me and shared a word of encouragement
with my mom. Chemo parents tend to do that when dropping us off for our weekly
appointments. It seems to calm them somewhat. And we get treats.
In the mean time, we will soon be moving to a place called
Florida. I suppose that could be considered good news. Heidi immediately put my
mom on notice that she will be “suing for custody” (I believe that’s what she
said) because she doesn’t want us to go.
My parents went to Florida to find a house last week and
Heidi came to stay with us again. She let us all sleep out on the deck one
night with her. She’s always
letting us do fun things. And her husband, Mikal, came for a long visit, too.
They are quite wonderful people, if I do say so and I will miss them terribly.
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| Evil triumphs when good dogs do nothing. |
As a family, Yuki, Tomo, Fred and I were also swept up in an unfortunate
political cause last month. Once again, the Irish behaved rather badly when
they decided to murder a pit bull mix purely because of his breed.
This poor lad did absolutely nothing wrong yet the Belfast City Council
deemed him dangerous because of the way he looked. Northern Ireland’s First Minister, Peter Robinson said,
"Destroying a dog that had no history of aggression is folly and shames
society.” We agreed. What they did was unspeakably cruel and
unforgivable. Thousands of people protested and many offered to re-home Lennox to no avail.
Unfortunately, many cities in the United States also have bans and something called
legislation that allows people to kill certain dogs seemingly because of a
whim, a wild hair. It is called Breed Specific Legislation and makes no sense at all. It is pure rubbish and we had to take a stand!
So we will be leaving Oregon soon. By the end of next month,
I believe. I am looking at it as an opportunity to reinvent myself. I could
start training to be a reindeer or start an events’ promotion company to
celebrate holidays in style. My mom is frantically looking for a veterinary
oncologist down there as good as Dr. Freeman. That might be a tough call because
she is quite caring and is very good at what she does. I’m sure these details will all be
worked out in due time.
I'll be watching the Olympics as much of the rest of the world will and
I’ll post my keenly observant commentary in a more timely fashion. I understand
that one of the Presidential candidates has a relative in the Olympics.
They must be beaming with pride. I wonder what sport it is?
Can’t wait to see!
Til next time, be well. Keep calm and carry on!
