Monday, April 26, 2010

If it's Spring...

... it must be time to paint something - in this case the upstairs landing, where the leaky roof left water stains down one wall, and the bits of my bedroom I didn't get to before I moved in. The roof was fixed in November, but I haven't been able to face painting before now.

There was an interesting piece in the Telegraph on Saturday, about Prozac slowing tumour growth in people with lymphoma. It ties in with what I've suspected about emotions and cancer being linked - improve the mood and slow the progress of cancer. I still feel guilty that Herbie developed cancer about four months after we moved house. He was a nervous, traumatised dog when he came to me, and he felt safe in that tiny little house with low ceilings, and upstairs windows almost at floor level. I was tired of hitting my head on the beams and having to duck every time I went downstairs, and wanted somewhere bigger. But for Herbie, that house was somewhere he had come to trust, and feel safe, and I took him away from it.

There's no going back, though.


Anonymous said...

You didn't say this directly but I hope you're not blaming yourself for Herbie getting lymphoma. No doubt your tiny house was a refuge for him but I'm sure his home is wherever you are. Take you away and no tiny house, no matter how cozy or with windows galore, would be a home for him. The longer I'm on this earth, the more I realize there is no rhyme or reason to the sicknesses we (human or hound) aquire.
Sometimes life just sucks. All we can do is be there for one another and you are for sure doing that for Herbie.

Ok, I'm going to step down off this soap box now...


Ari_1965 said...

Oh, honestly, woman. So Herbie got cancer because you moved house and uprooted him?

So a traumatized dog who lands in a good home must stay in that exact same house forever and ever or he'll get cancer?

Gosh knows I know that moving is stressful for anyone of any species. But I think you're barking up the wrong tree here.

Anonymous said...

Just found your blog. Don't feel guilty because you wanted a bigger home; I'm sure part of that want was so that there would be more room for Herbie. I second what Teresa says, there is no rhyme or reason, what happens, just happens.

Shirl x