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.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

January 19, 2012:

Treatment 9:    My turn to drive in bad weather.  I didn’t leave quite early enough.  I thought the East side of the state would be in better condition.  I was wrong.  We were 10 minutes late.  I think we were forgiven because I happened to have brought cookies for the office.  The office has canvas paintings with purple and green paw prints on them.  In the middle is a logo for Paws of Hope.  Some of the paw prints are ‘signed’.  So I had made sugar cookies decorated with purple paw prints.
I am not sure if Arri is adjusting to the drugs or if they reduced the amount.  He does not need as much help walking to the car.  He still has jumping issues so I lift him in.  I have minimized the foraging in the car by filling his food bowl while he is in treatment.  As soon as he gets in, he sticks his head in the bowl.  Today he still climbed in the front and tried to eat any paper he could find.  I am now disciplining him for acting like a goat.
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