This
picture was made Friday night as I was getting ready for bed. As you can
see, my normally beautiful neck has been marred by the hideous tumor known as
*@#$%&!$#@@*!$&@* lymphoma. I know, that is very strong language for a
dog, but, as you might imagine, I have very strong feelings about it.
DIE CANCER! DIE!
Well, my 48 hour hope window was closed yesterday morning. While the vincristine probably slowed down the growth some, that is about all that it did. At best, there was a small decrease in my tumor burden, but I am afraid that it is starting to grow again. My boss man will have to call Dr. Harris' office tomorrow to set up my appointment with her. She had indicated that I should come a week after my vincristine injection, but the boss man said he is going to try to make it for earlier in the week. As I'm sure you can imagine, my bosses are quite worried about me.
Speaking of scary, yesterday morning I decided to snub my peanut butter/pill treat. I know it was risky. I mean, what if the boss ma'am had just decided that I could skip my pills all together? Then I have been without anything. But don't worry, my gamble paid off and the boss ma'am opened up a cream cheese container and put my pills in cream cheese instead. It's not that I get tired of peanut butter, but sometimes a small dog like myself just wants a little variety. In case you were worried that I have lost my appetite, I was able to choke down the following yesterday:
As I reflect on that, I realize that there are a few glaring omissions. No stinking rawhide and no stinking ice cream. I'll have to work on that for today.
Today as I sign off, I want to again thank everyone for their prayers and support. I really means a lot to me and my pack. I also want to thank Nina and Skye for the card and gift certificates. I don't know how you knew, but I LOVE Dairy Queen!
I'll bark at you later.