The diagnosis

A little over a year ago one of my moms noticed a bump on my leg. I didn’t even realize it was there! It wasn’t bothering me at all but they made me go to the doctor anyway. The vet poked it with one of those sharp things, which kinda hurt, but I’m tough so I didn’t whine. She disappeared for a while and then came back and said it was nothing to be concerned with, but to keep an eye on it and if it got really big or seemed to bother me to come back in.

So about a year goes by, this thing is still on my leg but isn’t bothering me even though its gotten bigger. Mom says its time for my shots and that we have to go to the doctor again. I don’t necessarily dislike the vet, there’s just a lot of people I don’t know there, and that makes me pretty nervous.

The day we found out I have cancer.

The vet comes in and takes a look at my leg, seems a little concerned. Tells moms they want to poke it again. This time when the vet comes back and talks to my moms I hear them curse. Uh oh, guess its not good news. She said its not what she was really concerned about, but that it was definitely cancerous, she just couldn’t tell the exact type and that we needed a bigger sample to be sent off to some place called CSU.

This time they take me in the back, away from my mommies, and poke me extra. I was still tough and didn’t whine so they gave me some treats.

About a week goes by and mom said the vet called. It was a soft tissue sarcoma, most likely a fibrosarcoma, although they still couldn’t conclusively tell without a bigger biopsy of the bump. I guess because its right above my knee and with how big it is they can’t just cut it off. Something about margins and it just coming back worse. I don’t want to have a bunch of surgeries! Mom tells other mom that they have to do something called amputation. I’m not sure what that is, but mom’s have sure been fussing over me a lot lately!

They keep saying I’m going to become something called a ‘tripawd’ and that I’m going to get extra yummy stuff and toys. I’m all about the extra yummies and toys. I need a new squeaker, all of mine have been adequately destroyed.

Mom says she doesn’t know when this will happen, but that it’s gotta be soon. They’re worried I might start feeling pain soon, though I’m not sure why. I run laps around all those other dogs at the park and who do you think is keeping the squirrels at bay??

So far Mom has a special harness for me, I think its kinda weird, they tried to lift me up in it, whats that all about? She also keeps talking about building a “potty patch” so I don’t have to walk up and down the stairs. I don’t know about that….I’m supposed to go potty in the park or the courtyard, not on the balcony.

I guess some changes are coming. I don’t really like change. We’ll see how it goes.