...today, Herbie got his diagnosis of lymphoma from Cambridge Veterinary School. It was a nightmare drive, six and a half hours due to something on the motorway, and I was jammed between junctions and couldn't get off, so I was late for my appointment, and I phoned them in complete hysteria and they told me to calm down and just get there as soon as I could.
I had to leave Herbie with them for tests, and as soon as I reached home (four and a half hours this time) they rang, to say "It's lymphoma". It hadn't shown up on an earlier biopsy, despite removing the entire swollen node. This time it was obvious from drawing fluid off one of his nodes, but they kept him in for x-rays, to see how far it had spread.
The next day I drove back to pick him up, and he was so happy to see me again - I hope he didn't think he had been abandoned for good. I was then handed a piece of paper that told me his chemo protocol, 26 weeks, mean survival time 6-8 months. I thought, you do 6 months of chemo and then the moment you stop your dog dies? This does not sound good.
And now Mr. Lumpy is still here, and had just refused to eat his yummilicious raw pheasant, so I'm going to have to cook the stuff to see if that makes any difference. It had better, I've just bought a freezer-full because it's nearly organic. I didn't think Herbie and I would be arguing over diet this far down the line.
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Two years! Once again proving that Herbie is truly a wonder dog!! You go Herbie!
{HUGS}
What an amazing story you have there! Way to go Herbie beating the odds like that. Now go eat your pheasant, my dear!
What a great post. So happy that you still have Herbie and that he's still willing to fight. Hugs to you both.
If this isn't true love what is? You are just a great pair together and you give Herbie the strength to fight!
Wow, so many more days--so many more sniffs and nibbles and zoomies and pets you've been able to give to sweet Herbiekins.
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