I am writing this to let you know that Brody was five weeks post amp and had his first chemo treatment today.  I had written in on greyt girl's topic that we were researching the best chemo because of the fear of cisplatin, which I originally wanted for Brody due to its amazing results.  My sister-in-law, the vet, got in touch with Phil Bergman, the top oncologist from the AMC), and he recommended caboplatin.  So that is what we went for.  Our oncologist recommended four treatments, three weeks apart with blood work every week (I think this is pretty standard). 

I dropped Brody at the clinic this morning around 9:00 a.m., thinking that he would get his treatment around 10:00 a.m.  They asked that I not feed him, which was hard as he wakes up at 4:30 a.m. rooing for his food.  I gave him a taste of chicken, did the same for his sister, and I guess it tricked them into thinking they had eaten.  I expected to pick him up before noon but got a call that they had had so many emergencies that he did not get his treatment until 2:30 p.m., which meant I could not pick him up until 3:30 p.m.  When I got there, the staff were tired of his rooing so were letting him run up and down the hallway.  After we left the clinic and Brody relieved himself outside, he actually wanted to go back inside instead of going home.  The person who wrote that the dogs think of the vet's as doggie day care isn't wrong.  Brody was only allowed to eat half of his regular dinner (more chicken, brown rice, etc.) and has been sleeping on and off since then (pretty normal behavior for greyhounds).  Apparently the nausea can hit any time now and up to four days post treatment, but we are hoping that he sails through this first one.  Brody's mom, Pat