As we were waiting for the Vet to come back into the room, I looked my baby girl in the face and took a deep breath. This was the last time I would look at her without knowing the battle we were facing.
The news came hard and fast.
The news came hard and fast.
"Bella has cancer. Bone Cancer. Her right front ankle."
"This is where they get it", the Vet said. "At the end of the long bones in the legs. These large dogs are prone to it. She is only 6 years old. I'm sorry."
"This is where they get it", the Vet said. "At the end of the long bones in the legs. These large dogs are prone to it. She is only 6 years old. I'm sorry."
She had only started limping a few days ago. A swelling on her ankle made it look like inflammation related to injury. It seemed fixable. Temporary. Just pop on over to the vet and have them make the repair.
Now I'm hearing words like Osteosarcoma. Surgery. Amputation. Pain management.
Now I'm hearing words like Osteosarcoma. Surgery. Amputation. Pain management.
No one chooses this path, it chooses us. I can't possibly imagine what we have ahead, although I have heard the stories. Many have traveled this journey before us. What I know right now is what the Vet did not say out loud. Bella is dying. Sooner rather than later. It matters not that she is too young and precious and undeserving.
We have an appointment this week for a consult at the University of Illinois. Oncology Dept. There we hope to figure out the best choices for her future. Her life and her death. Choices that will weigh heavy on our hearts and minds. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers.
If you have experience with cancer treatment in your dog, I'd be interested in hearing your story. Feel free to post on the page, in comments or message me. The more we know, the better decisions we can make. Thank you.
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