Truly. As in yours truly. Last week I saw my breast surgeon and my oncologist for some regular follow-up appointments. And in between it all, my dog saw an oncologist and started chemotherapy for lymphoma.
Yes, it is somewhat odd and surreal to be holding your dog’s paw through chemotherapy. But since it’s early, we’re hoping for the best.
I really hate the C word. I really am quite undone that one of the critters that saw me through breast cancer has his own cancer. And I just lost his brother but two short months ago. It doesn’t seem quite fair.
All I want for Christmas dear Santa Paws is for my buddy to do o.k.
But seriously, God has a very strange sense of humor here.
Say a prayer to St. Francis for me.
Other than that, I personally am thankfully fine and cancer free.