Why am I writing this?

I have known many, many people who have had their dogs die from cancer. In many cases, the cancer was too far advanced to treat. Of those who did treat, you don't know the details of what they went through. It sounds quite simple when summarized with 'we went though chemo and he lived 2 years'. There is a whole lot more emotion and decisions to be made. Treatment is not always simple.

This blog is my own personal experience. Some days are filled with frustration, others are filled with laughter. If anyone is offended, I can't apologize for my emotions. I typed what I felt at the time. It does not mean I feel the same today. If you want clarification, just ask. No matter my frustrations, I know my vet and oncologist are doing a fantastic job of caring for Arri. He just is not co-operating by being a 'typical' case.

Friday, January 27, 2012

November 28, 2011:

  Good News! The collar bone, shoulder and mouth growths are all benign. We are waiting in the lobby for the mouth surgery follow up appointment.   As Arri is standing, staring at the girls behind the desk, mentally willing them to give him a cookie.  I notice a bump.  It is very small.  Smaller than a pea.    I just can't ignore it.  I have to look.  I have to touch.  It is on his ankle bone, under the scar from the sarcoma surgery.  I already know in my heart.  This is not post surgical reaction.  Only 6 weeks after the initial removal, the Nerve Sheath Sarcoma has come back.  We delay surgery until December 6th.  This will be Arri's 4th surgery in 8 weeks.  The boy needs a break.    My husband starts joking that I need to stop touching the dogs.
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