Today is Bailey’s birthday, and we just got home from the vet. Incredible news! What Dr. B. thought was the tumor returning (see “Poop” we now think was merely scare tissue! Dr. B. said that the alleged-tumor was much smaller and felt different! And she found no tumor-like tissue in the pooch’s rectum (part of the exam I am happy to have missed.)
We have a big trip to Canada coming up in August–I’ve been half afraid to make any kind of hotel reservations because I don’t want to jinx Bailey’s progress (OK, I guess that is kinda silly). I really want to be able to live in the moment, but it’s hard because I’ve got to make SOME plans for the future and some of the biggest plans I need to make for this year happen around Bailey’s 8-month mark. Am I getting to be a self-pity whiny ass?
Bailey is stretched out on the bedroom floor snoozing–she just gave a decidedly lazy stretch, not a care in the world. Happy birthday little pooch! Life is good.
So here we are 3 months, 1 week, and 4 days from the surgery to remove the cancer, and we’re not finding any cancer tissue! THIS IS GREAT NEWS!!!
OK, so now I’ve got to dial it down and step back and remember that there were dirty margins left and the cancer (though not apparent now) is still there just waiting to rear it’s ugly head. Every time I buy her a case of food, every time I make a grooming appointment for 5 weeks from now is a statement of faith that Bailey will be around and healthy enough to eat or get groomed.