Golf balls and POTP

Hurro,

It me Ludo!

I thinks I is going to have to ask for some Power of the Paw… At the weekend I started feeling a bit ouchie on my tummy and not wanting to move like I usually do. Mum noticed me looking at it and she did not be very happy when she looked at it too. We went off to the vets on Monday and Mum got me to do my bang – upside down trick and my vet looked at my tummy too. The vet likes me because I always march right into his office to see him and he says every other dog has to be dragged in. The vet said some things to Mum about it not being fair and he wished he could cure me.

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Don’t do worryings Mr. Vet. So long as I can still play with my toys I is happy!

I has something bothering me in my groin right by my leg and I is licking it to make it better, I think it grew pretty quickly because Mum checks my belly scars from my cancer surgeries every other day and it did not be there before. The Vet said I definitely had a golf ball in there! Well, I doesn’t know how it got in there but it should not be there! I already heard Mum tell TND that it be an apricot. So I is not sure who be right. Probably me though!

The vet gave me some medicine of antibiotics and pain killer and anti inflammatory and even though I tries to get out of taking the medicines I do like the treat I get after so I put up with it. Even if I do have a bit of an argument with Mum as to whether I should take the yucky syringe medicine. My Bro-fur Arran is so spoiled he thinks he is missing out so he gets a syringe full of water afterwards. I cas not even imagine volunteering to have a syringe put in my mouth!

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How about I just has the treat instead?

I IS feeling quite a bit better already (I bet it does not have anything to do with the medicine though, because it not nice taking medicine). Mum says that the lump will not go away because it probably more of that Mast cell cancer stuff but the inflammation and swelling around it already be going down a lot so it not ouchy or affecting my movement right now. My vet said to us that Mast cells control the bodies histamine response and so that why they can be sore and go red and swollen around them. That probably why my original little tumour on my leg got diagnosed as a hot spot at first.

Anyway, I is still carrying on mostly as normal and I want to do all the things I usually do. TND and Mum sometimes look at me sad but most of the time they is just their usual selves. Mum and me and Arran are going camping at an agility show next weekend. I don’t think Mum will let me do agility anymore, especially cos I seem to damage my skin more easily at the moment, but I will still has a fun time camping. I got to go for a little swim in the sea yesterday too.

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If you has any POTP to spare, please do sendings my way for no more ouchies.

~lickies, Ludo!

pee ess from Mum: Thank you everyone for your continued thoughts and best wishes for Ludo. I’m sorry to put up such a gloomy post. This recent lump has come on fast and has shocked us quite a bit as he was doing so well, with only a very small apparent recurrence of the MCT in the form of a sore in his ear. This is on the other side to his recent surgery, but about where one of his lymph node removal scars, I promised Ludo no more surgery and our vet hasn’t offered it for now, so unless something changes, we just hope for a slowdown of the growth and continue palliative treatment.

pee pee ess from Mum: Does anyone else hate the ‘palatable’ veterinary tablets they seem to be making now? Ludo is fussy anyway and, although incredibly greedy, he will spit things out if he doesn’t like them. Having flavoured tablets that he doesn’t like just makes it easier for him to detect them in whatever food I try to hide them in. He is very adept at eating the surrounding food and spitting out the tablet!

Shouty Seaside Sunday (at cancer)

Today, we don’t really want to post; maybe if we don’t, what we have to tell wont really be true.

Ludo’s stitches are all out! He is very pleased about that. He can resume normal life.

Today we normalled.

Today we went back to agility training and Ludo wizzed around the course, having lots of fun.

Today we went to the beach together, the sun was beaming down on us, but it wasn’t too hot. Perfect weather, really.

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We didn’t take a ball and Ludo was annoyed about that. He barked accusingly at everyone else who had a ball. He tried to steal a small child’s ball from his flinger stick.

Today we just strolled and thought, smelled the seaside air and sat to watch the world go past.

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We don’t know how many Today’s we have left together to enjoy these things. Our vet has recently told us it might not be as many as we would hope for, or like.

Yes, it’s that news we didn’t want to hear. The lesions and lump recently removed from Ludo’s abdomen are the same high grade mast cell tumours as he had removed in November. His prognosis is pretty bleak. Already I have found two more lesions in different places since these ones have been removed. We have promised him no more horrible things will happen at the vets.

Luckily for dogs, they don’t know or care about the future, they live in the Today. So we will keep on enjoying our Todays for as long as we have them.

But for now… will you join us just for a moment, in SHOUTING at stupid cancer?

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Go away!

Thank you dear blog pals for your support. I think we might need it in the coming months.

– Blog by Mum, Dee.

Don’t worry Mum, I feel fine!

Hurro!

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Ludo here, I is being a doggy scarf on my favourite spot on the sofa. In case you missed the last post I recently had a small lump removed from my back leg and it comed back from tests as being a kind of cancer. On tuesday Me, Mum and TND all went on a long car journey. I be pretty excited cos we only do that to go on holiday mostly. Arran stayed behind at Grandpawents house on the monday and he tells me he sulked all night.

We got there and had a walk around and then went into a building. Ok, it did not has the usual charm of the holiday cottages we usually go to and there be other people and dogs in there, but I knew it did not be my vet. We went into a room (well, I tried to go out the front door again) with a nice man who stroked me all over and spent a while chatting to Mum and TND, but then he did that very unpleasant thermometer thing. It did be a vets after all! I is tricked!

Then another man called an oncologist came and talked to Mum and TND some more. I got kind of bored lying down and went over and made him stroke me. Then he looked all around me too and carried me off into another room! I got kind of sleepy after that but soon after I woke up I got tooked back out to that first room and Mum and TND tooked me back to the car. Talk about a rubbish holiday huh? Who goes to the vet on holiday anyway? Not me usually. Mum said it tooked hours and they went off and had a nice meal at a pub. Without me! We drove to my Uncle’s house cos he lives near to the weird vet holiday place and had dinner and then back home and to bed. I felt a bit cold underneath and had a couple of hurty spots.

Bare belly!

Bare belly!

Mum said I had lots of scans and some biopsies.

Arran came home the next morning (I thought I had got rid of him for a moment!) and we had to do waitings for the results. Well, not me, I just carried on as normal. We went to the lake afore my vet holiday… I thinks my belly would be too cold for swimming now.

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Lake Wastwater

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Poppy’s first lake.

Beach walkies

Beach walkies

What toy shall I play with today?

What toy shall I play with today?

Oh sorry Mum, did you wants to put your feets there? hehe!

Oh sorry Mum, did you wants to put your feets there? hehe!

On friday the peoples got the results and although it has not spread very much, a thingy called my inguinal lymph node did has cancer cells in it, I doesn’t know what that be, but it means I has ‘stage 2’ cancer. Which means Mum and TND had to do some important people thinking stuff.

It be a hard thinking because they didn’t really want me to have more surgery. I got kind of worried to have the stitches in there afore and it did not be nice to feel all woozy from the sleepy stuff, but Mum said the oncologist man did not have very encouraging things to say about how long I might be around if we did not do it (and maybe, even if we do.) So I is going back to the faraway vets on wednesday to try and get more of the cancer cells out of my leg and to take that lymph thing out too. But that ok, cos I doesn’t think I needs it very much, apparently I has more of them and so does you all too! Handy huh?
After, I might need some special medicines called chemo, but Mum and TND will has to do some more thinking about that too and see how I go as they want me to still be having a nice time. Also, I is being tested for the MDR1 gene, which can affect pastoral breeds like me and might mean I casnot has the medicine anyway. Mum is trying not to feel sad and I is helping. Because I is very helpful of course.

I might not be able to tell you more until I is all healed up, so don’t do worryings, I feel fine!