Wednesday is the day. We take him to surgery at 9 AM, and he'll have to stay for at least one night but perhaps up to three nights depending upon how fast he's recovering. I am relieved beyond belief that this option will eliminate the cancer. As I watch videos of other three-legged dogs, I realize we are so incredibly lucky that his tumor is a soft-tissue sarcoma because it doesn't cause the
The Big Decision
The past few weeks careened past us leaving everything in their wake, everything except one question: What are we going to do? We met with the oncologist. He was wonderful, kind, thorough, honest. He presented us with the two options we already knew. Surgery plus radiation therapy (every day for three weeks), which would push the cancer into remission. Or amputation. We have had many long,
Emmett and his tumor…
I wrote last week about Emmett and his lump, the tests that were being done, the hopes and fears we had for the outcome. On Monday night, our vet called with the news. "Cancer," she said. "A nerve sheath tumor." Those words, they ripped a hole in my chest. My heart shattered into a thousand shards that I can still feel stabbing me. Emmett, my puppy soulmate, the doggy love of my life, the boy who
Post-opp Emmett
Emmett's biopsy on Thursday went well. No complications, thanksfully, and the results should be back by Tuesday. Whenever either of the boys have to be anesthetized, we always joke that they stumble around like a couple of drunk monkeys. But this time around, Emmett took a really long time to fully come out of it. While we await the results, I thought I'd share some post-opp pics of