A few weeks ago, Dr. B asked me if Beasley was
coughing. I had so many other things to
remember at the time that I didn’t think to ask why.
Beasley started coughing!
So of course, I
looked it up online and that’s one of the signs that the cancer has spread to
the lungs. After having my own boo-hoo fest for the last two days, I took her
in for her 3rd chemo treatment this morning and asked for an x-ray. Just a lot more inflammation than the last
x-ray, no noticeable tumors. He said that
they could be really small and we’re not seeing them but usually they are
pretty pronounced. He thought it could
be allergies and told me to add Benadryl to her already extensive list of
meds.
If the x-ray showed large masses, there would be no reason
to continue with the chemo. I knew this,
hence the boo-hoo fest.
I am SO SO grateful that he didn’t see anything but if I
only get two years with her, then that will be what I will try to accept and
somehow get through. She is a special
little girl and I feel blessed that I was the one chosen to love and take care
of her. I saw that little sad wounded
face and just knew I was meant to adopt her.
But I’m not giving up. I’m still very optimistic. Especially
because she is acting so happy and playful.
This week she even barked at the door to go potty. She’s never done that
before. I just let her out all the time
so she won’t go in the house. And
speaking of potty, she followed me into the bathroom to get scratches. The
other dogs (even cats) always do, but not her. There is no bathroom privacy in my house, even
for company.
Now let’s pray she doesn’t get sick from this
treatment.
