Ludo here. Since my last update I has kind of been having a crummy time. I wont lie to you I has had to be in major sulk mode! But I has been getting lots of extra attentions! I love attentions!
I went in for my surgery at the specialist hospital (The Univeristy of Liverpool Small Animal teaching hospital) to get the cancer spread out. The vets and nurses in the soft tissue department tooked really good care of me, but oh, I was so ouchie and tired. I had to stay in 2 nights and nearly three days. I did try and be nice to all the nurses though and they gived me a lot of attentions and said they had fallen in love with me. Even though they comed and hurt my sore bits when they visited. They told Mum they had fallen in love with me. The operation went well, they managed to take out my two lymph nodes, (one the cancer had spread to and the one nearest it to be sure) The one that enlarged from the cancer came out easy but the second one be a bit hard to find. They also cut more away from my leg where the original mast cell tumour be to improve those margin thingies.
Mum agreed with them that I was a good boy, so that was ok. When Mum and Grandpaw came to pick me up I did be really sore, Mum sat in the back with me and I got on her lap. But I kept hasing to move away cos I hurt. Mum felt very sad for me. But, I was happy to be back home! Although, I did not know what happened really or why I felt so poorly.
Arran did not be there, he went to go stay with Auntie Toni and the girls and Poppy and Rusty at Grandpawents so I could has peace and quiet. He says he had fun, but he did be a bit worried and clingy. He gets worried easily though.
Unfortunately, Mum and TND had booked to go on holiday. They worried a lot and they almost cancelled but decided since I just needed to rest and it beed quite a fancy holiday to New York I should be ok. Grandpawents stayed and looked after me and Mum’s friend from Dog Club comed round every day to help them do my medicines. I gived them all mean face and wouldn’t let them put my anti bruise cream on and tried to bite Barbara, but I liked her to give me treats. Mum and TND skyped me but I did not talk to them.
I forgived them when they got back though and I be very happy to see them. I felt lots better by then!
They got me a taxi!
Unfortunately as soon as Mum saw me she knew I did not look right.
I had this big swelling in my abdomen. Grandpawents had tooked me to the vets on the wednesday and told Mum but the vet said it just fluid and put me on antibiotics. (excuse my private parts!)
Mum had to take me to the vets the next day to get my stitches out and our usual vet did not like the look of it and suspected it had herniated, so the next morning Mum had to take me to a different surgery for an ultra sound and unfortunately, it had. I had to be taken straight in for surgery. Some loops of intestine and the tip of my spleen had come down through the muscle. The vet that fixed me said my muscles were all frayed and though she had done her best with a different pattern of stitches it might happen again. So I is on super strict do not move orders, which I think be really mean and boring. I likes to sleep on the top of the sofa you know! On my two day post op check the my vet thought I looked a bit swollen again and so off we went next day for another ultra sound. But, this time, it did just be fluid and it has gone down now. So far I is ok and healing well and i get to be carried up and down stairs and on and off the furniture for cuddles. Mum sits on the floor with me, but I prefer to cuddle on my own terms.
Mum has spoken to the original surgeon and he said it has never happened before in his whole career and thank Dog the external stitches stayed intact. I is just very unlucky! Go big or go home I say! Every vet I has seen and all the nurses says what a wonderful boy I am and such a trooper. Mum sure does be lucky to has me!
Now I has to wear these rather unflattering shorts as a support for my muscles. The vet recommended tights as they didn’t has any in, but really, mum, did they has to be fishnets?
Now we is on mark 2. TND says this pose be really attractive, but I think he doing that sarcasm thing. I doesn’t care as long as I get tummy tickles. He gives the best tummy tickles, Mum does not be allowed to do them.
I is feeling fine again now and I think it about time I got out for a walk. Mum says my soft tissue vet says not for 6 weeks.
My leg has healed very well and I got all my stitches out. It kind of itches though and I like Mum to sit and rub it. I got some of the muscle taken off too and the good news be there no more cancer cells in those extra margins.
Unfortunately my dna test for the MDR1 gene comed back as positive. This means I casnot has the chemo drug, which the vets recommended to get any of that nasty cancer stuff right out. There an alternative newish drug which more a preventative, but I would need to be on it forever and Mum doesn’t think we will do that. So we just has to cross our paws and hope that the cancer does not come back!
Thank you for all your good thoughts, I think they is making me feel much better!