Hey all,
I need an emotional outlet...Sorry to unload on you all, but I don't do Facebook and my friends are great, but busy with their own lives. Little background...My wife and I don't have children, not because we don't want them, but because we haven't been able to. We're both 40, so that ship is whistling the final boarding call...not that we don't try Anyway, that is not what this is about. Since we don't have children, our dogs are our kids. We are "those" people who treat tour dogs like people.
Nikko, our oldest and the first dog we got "together" is about 12.5 years old. He's an Am-Staff Terrier/St Bernard/Rottweiler mix. Gentle as a spring breeze and the best damn dog I've ever had.
We had to take him in for emergency surgery last Wednesday night. He had a large tumor on his spleen that had ruptured, and it was bleeding internally. His red blood cell count was WAY low. Our vet said afterward, he wouldn't have made it through the night. Anyway, the surgery was successful, and our boy was on the mend. He was more chipper than he had been in weeks. Until Tuesday Night...he crashed. We rushed him back to the vet, they administered Fluids and a couple of other meds to treat symptoms. We brought him back yesterday, for more diagnostics. We found out that he is in as good of shape as he can be given the surgery. Also, we found out that he has cancer. Hemangiosarcoma is the particular type, not that the name matters much.
This type of cancer is VERY aggressive as it "lives" in the blood. It can go anywhere blood rich organs are (think liver, heart, etc) so there is no telling where it will surface or how long our pooch is going to make it. We can (and are) going to administer Chemo starting Monday (low dose to just make his remaining days a high quality). He is not in pain and doesn't know he is sick. So there is that. Unfortunately, there is no way to predict how long he has. The next time he goes to sleep, it might be his last.
All of this is great for him...which is what is important. However, for my wife and I...It is absolute HELL. It is so hard watching him try to stay awake and be with us, but not be able to keep his eyes open. He is having a hard time again tonight. Lethargic and doesn't want to eat. Its tough because we don't know if its residuals from the surgery, a bleed from the cancer, or something else. I have cried more this last week than I have in a LONG time. I'm exhausted. My wife is exhausted.
Has anyone else gone through this, or going through this? Having a loved one that you can't help is just about the worst feeling in the world. Do you get used to the ups and downs?
Like I said, sorry to unload on you all...My family has been really fortunate, we haven't had any cancer to deal with. I'm not yet equipped to handle this emotional rollercoaster. Any advice?
I need an emotional outlet...Sorry to unload on you all, but I don't do Facebook and my friends are great, but busy with their own lives. Little background...My wife and I don't have children, not because we don't want them, but because we haven't been able to. We're both 40, so that ship is whistling the final boarding call...not that we don't try Anyway, that is not what this is about. Since we don't have children, our dogs are our kids. We are "those" people who treat tour dogs like people.
Nikko, our oldest and the first dog we got "together" is about 12.5 years old. He's an Am-Staff Terrier/St Bernard/Rottweiler mix. Gentle as a spring breeze and the best damn dog I've ever had.
We had to take him in for emergency surgery last Wednesday night. He had a large tumor on his spleen that had ruptured, and it was bleeding internally. His red blood cell count was WAY low. Our vet said afterward, he wouldn't have made it through the night. Anyway, the surgery was successful, and our boy was on the mend. He was more chipper than he had been in weeks. Until Tuesday Night...he crashed. We rushed him back to the vet, they administered Fluids and a couple of other meds to treat symptoms. We brought him back yesterday, for more diagnostics. We found out that he is in as good of shape as he can be given the surgery. Also, we found out that he has cancer. Hemangiosarcoma is the particular type, not that the name matters much.
This type of cancer is VERY aggressive as it "lives" in the blood. It can go anywhere blood rich organs are (think liver, heart, etc) so there is no telling where it will surface or how long our pooch is going to make it. We can (and are) going to administer Chemo starting Monday (low dose to just make his remaining days a high quality). He is not in pain and doesn't know he is sick. So there is that. Unfortunately, there is no way to predict how long he has. The next time he goes to sleep, it might be his last.
All of this is great for him...which is what is important. However, for my wife and I...It is absolute HELL. It is so hard watching him try to stay awake and be with us, but not be able to keep his eyes open. He is having a hard time again tonight. Lethargic and doesn't want to eat. Its tough because we don't know if its residuals from the surgery, a bleed from the cancer, or something else. I have cried more this last week than I have in a LONG time. I'm exhausted. My wife is exhausted.
Has anyone else gone through this, or going through this? Having a loved one that you can't help is just about the worst feeling in the world. Do you get used to the ups and downs?
Like I said, sorry to unload on you all...My family has been really fortunate, we haven't had any cancer to deal with. I'm not yet equipped to handle this emotional rollercoaster. Any advice?