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.
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.
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!