The C word - Cancer brings up all the dreaded feelings. When I first heard it and it applied to me was back in early 2006. Thyroid cancer was the bad news. With the doctors at Sharp Memorial, we vanquished the C and it was back to normal.
The latest rearing of the C happened today when the vet called to let me know the brown boy had a bad cancer tumor that was removed last week. There is a 90% chance survival within 3.5 years....how the heck do you figure that? She believes that the C cells were all removed since she sliced him down to the muscle, but now it is time to be hyper-vigilant.
My friend Val recently dealt with the C in relation to her Princess Holly who had breast cancer and who crossed over the rainbow bridge earlier this year.
With all the research and money, you would think we would have a magic pill to take for a cure all. I guess for Bailey's every day life, it is a good thing in that he will be getting whole body massages regularly to catch those pesky bumps in the early stages.
He has figured out how to get through the dog door with his cone head but I don't think the cone will survive much longer.
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