Hey everyone, guess what? My favorite oncologist, Dr. Marie Mullins, has relocated from Santa Fe’s Veterinary Cancer Care clinic, to the Animal Hospital Center in Denver, Colorado. What a neat coincidence that she’s there now, because my Mom and Dad are worried about my lack of appetite lately, and they think I should see the doc. And Denver is a lot closer to where we are now, so on Saturday, we are packing up and leaving the ranch. My appointment is on Monday afternoon.
I’m gonna be honest with you all, because we’re family here, right? My pawrents started this blog as a way to update friends and family about how I’m doing . . . all the good news, and any bad news too. It’s therapy for us, and we hope, for you as well.
So here goes . . .. . . with some not so good news; I just don’t feel like myself lately. My head says “Play! Play! Play!”, but whenever I get excited and try to run around, my energy level drops, real fast. If I move around a lot, I’ll let out a heavy, deep cough/choke, and sometimes it takes me a second to recover from it. I’ve had “the cough” for a while now, but it seems to be worse lately. Yes, it’s probably because of my lung mets. And by the way, if you’re wondering what “the cough” sounds like, believe me, you will know. It’s deep, and heavy, and, dog forbid, if your Tripawd ever starts doing it, you won’t mistake it for anything else.
Who knows why I feel so dog tired lately. Could be because I got attacked by a swarm of yellowjackets last week! Or it could be more serious. We’ll know more on Monday. Whatever it is though, I don’t want anyone to worry about me, or be sad, OK? Remember, I’m at 22 months past my diagnosis, how lucky is that?!
So all I want is for everyone to think pawsitive, and put out lots of loving thoughts and energy into the universe, and to your Tripawd too. I love you guys.