Hi everyone,
As most of you know, my mom passed away last week. Even though it wasn't completely unexpected, one can never quite be ready for news like this.
On Tuesday I took my older Bernese Mountain Dog (Simon) to the vet because another one of his sebaceous cysts had ruptured. He's been through 5 surgeries already, the last one was only 1 year ago. Of course we ran a bunch of tests, and a little while ago my vet called me with the results, which don't look promising at all at this point. Simon is anemic, his liver enzymes were elevated, and his white blood count was way off. I had to hear the dreaded "C" word, which is a possibility. We decided (the vet and I) to run another series of tests, which will be conclusive as to whether he indeed has cancer or not. We should have the results on Monday. IF Simon does have cancer, we will not have him operated on, but will somehow have to deal with the currently open wound on his right buttcheeck (hip area).
I am devestated! Simon is 11 years old, and our "miracle dog" for so many reasons. He's had ailments his entire life, and nobody ever expected him to live as long as he has. He flatlined during his second surgery, but my vet brought him back. Succeeding surgeries were done by administering gas instead of general anestesia.
How many bad news can one person deal with? :'( The thought of losing him in the near future is devestating right now.
Thank you all for listening.
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Wendy
As most of you know, my mom passed away last week. Even though it wasn't completely unexpected, one can never quite be ready for news like this.
On Tuesday I took my older Bernese Mountain Dog (Simon) to the vet because another one of his sebaceous cysts had ruptured. He's been through 5 surgeries already, the last one was only 1 year ago. Of course we ran a bunch of tests, and a little while ago my vet called me with the results, which don't look promising at all at this point. Simon is anemic, his liver enzymes were elevated, and his white blood count was way off. I had to hear the dreaded "C" word, which is a possibility. We decided (the vet and I) to run another series of tests, which will be conclusive as to whether he indeed has cancer or not. We should have the results on Monday. IF Simon does have cancer, we will not have him operated on, but will somehow have to deal with the currently open wound on his right buttcheeck (hip area).
I am devestated! Simon is 11 years old, and our "miracle dog" for so many reasons. He's had ailments his entire life, and nobody ever expected him to live as long as he has. He flatlined during his second surgery, but my vet brought him back. Succeeding surgeries were done by administering gas instead of general anestesia.
How many bad news can one person deal with? :'( The thought of losing him in the near future is devestating right now.
Thank you all for listening.
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Wendy