It's been quiet around here in the last week. I celebrated my two year cancer anniversary last Sunday. It is such a good feeling to say I am a two year cancer survivor. Then last monday I had an appointment with a specialist for our yellow lab Chloe. She has been back and forth to the vet for sometime now with a chronic sneezing, snuffing and gagging. We had the appointment to talk to a specialist about doing a scope on Chloe to see what was going on up there in her nose. I loaded her up into the back of the truck and we set off for the hour long drive to Baltimore of all places. She has never been any further then our hometown much less to the city. She did great and I took lots of treats along with me and some water in case she got thirsty. We met with the specialist and he was concerned after looking at her xrays. They showed a spot in her nasal passageway that had shown noticeable change in a short period of time. His feeling was that she has a mass that is growing in that small area. Her eye has changed on that side as well. My fears had been confirmed and I did not need to put her through the procedure to know deep down in my heart that there was nothing that we could do for her.
I loaded her back into the car and headed home, my head spinning. Chloe is the first dog of my very own, while I have had lots of pets in my lifetime she is my first Fur-child. When I returned I emailed her vet, my husband's cousin telling him what the specialist had said. Then on Tuesday I talked to him on the phone to let him know that we were not going to do the scope, it was a very hard conversation to have. He was so great and explained to me that there was no right and wrong decision on my part. We talked about what our plan would be to make her more comfortable.
She is comfortable and the medication is doing it's job. She is a bit peppier now that her pain is being managed. She is being utterly spoiled by everyone in the house. She has blankets all over the house in her favorite places that she likes to lay and nap.
Yesterday I had to tell the girls that I didn't know how long she would be with us, and that she would let us know when it was her time to go. They took it pretty hard. My kids have had a tough couple of years with my cancer diagnosis and treatment. I wish I didn't have to have this conversation with them. Just one more heart wrenching thing going on in their lives. It doesn't seem fair.
So now we wait and enjoy Chloe's company. We laugh about her bad breath and her constant flatulence. We give her endless treats and extra gravy in her dinner, and lots and lots of kisses and scratches. I see changes in her everyday, noticing how much she has aged in the last few weeks. She sticks to me like glue and follows me where ever I go. So for now I am home keeping her company, just like she never left my side when I was sick from my chemo and surgeries two years ago. Making sure she is not alone.
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