That Dylan Thomas poem has been swirling around in my head for weeks now. The first stanza, anyway: Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lucas has been having a ball. He is absolutely … [Read more...]
How’s Lucas?
That's the only question these days, and it doesn't have a straightforward answer.He's great: He loves our micro-hikes and fast food trips. He loves friends dropping by with beef stew, cheese, bacon treats, and snuggles. Lots and lots of snuggles. He loves taking super slow … [Read more...]
Cheese, micro-hikes, and tracheas: Making every second count
At his checkup yesterday, Lucas was amazing.He has come so far since those early, fearful, aggressive days when the front desk staff would have to clear the lobby just for Lucas to even walk through the door. No, yesterday, he nailed it. Dogs on flexis, big dogs, little … [Read more...]
Some of it is good. All of it is hard.
I wrote this post while staring down at my belly button... please forgive its length and self-absorption.When John started his new job, one of the benefits was a spousal life insurance policy. So, of course, I filled out the paperwork. And got turned down. For life … [Read more...]
On cancer and kindness
We heard the elderly couple express their fears of administering an oral chemo at home to their dog, Dixie. Their concerns centered around one theme: What if something goes wrong?We heard them tell the oncology resident about Dixie, about how she literally saved their lives … [Read more...]