Week of a little bit of hell - the pickle on top of four weeks of shit sammiches, in a fucked up cafeteria of a year

[HoopFan]

I dont know how the fuck I have held it together. Had to go through two rounds of infusions for Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma April and August. Shit was in my lung, and I had NO idea. Caught by chance. That biopsy was some fresh funzies I tell ya! Sample was taken near a blood vessel, and a week later after a bad cough I was a fucking pitcher of blood tipped over, with it pouring out of my mouth. Like a damn murder scene. Hollywood aint even close! Got to spend a lovely staycation in the hospital, and then started treatment shortly after - all while still working full time remotely! They never had a clue.

Fast forward. One of my original pitties had been diagnosed with acute kidney disease. I was tasked with giving her SubQ fluids every day, twice a day. It kept her healthy, even though the numbers were slowly showing otherwise. But we were good! She was happy, playful, and her 13 year old ass could still out-pull her brother. I got her checked out before a long weekend trip a couple of months ago, and vet said - just have the pet sitter give her the fluids twice a day. Make sure she gets 500ml a day. She is doing fantastic! Cool. Pet sitter friend knows the routine and does it for other clients. Awesome.

Leave town. Pet sitter is scarce on her promised time to stay at the house. She still stays nights but long hours away. She tells me my kids are good and sends pic of my girl getting her fluids. ok.

Get home. Dog is sick as hell. House smells of OLD sickness. WTF. Shit all over the floor in her room. The same IV bag in on the tree from when I left! The other bag was never touched! My dog got less than 300ml of fluid all weekend long. Rushed to the vet, her numbers are tanking. Its bad. Vet is upset. I’m pissed. I start slamming a bag a day into her, per the vet. We are giving it our all to turn her around. Not three weeks later, my sweet girl dies. I rip my friend open with a text of what she caused. Bitch takes ZERO responsibility. Deny deny. Fuck her. I miss my little tough punk. It’s been rough.

Now big boy starts acting off. Fuck. Go to the vet. Liver values aren’t great. Checks for Cushings. Comes back negative. Ultrasound ordered and done.

Vet calls Tuesday, They found a mass on my boy's liver. We dont have the final word on if this is cancerous. The waiting. Fuck the waiting. I’ve been compartmentalizing on autopilot but still anxious. I focus on my work, and let powershell keep my brain busy. I baby the hell out of my boy. He is a big blockheaded asshole, but is such a teddy bear. Fucker thinks he is 20 pounds, when he is near 70.

This morning vet calls. NOT CANCER. Probably some growth (she said the term for it but I cant remember shit) that older dogs get.

He is okay but getting a CT scan to see what this is.

I finally was able to breathe.

So how is your week? FUCK!

 

[byefatlicia]

Damn... Sorry to hear. That's rough. You need to catch a break

 

[HoopFan]

Damn... Sorry to hear. That's rough. You need to catch a break

Thanks. I don’t even know the word that can describe what it has been like.

I’m thankful my brute is okay. He is 12. He’s had his battles and come through ok.

Meanwhile my now 19 year old cat, still looks half his age, and still scares my dog. He’s a bit of a vampire.

Now to go hit some backyard golfballs. It’s needed.

 

[conzopiriani]

well shit...

 

[Airborne Daddy]

I dont know how the fuck I have held it together. Had to go through two rounds of infusions for Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma April and August. Shit was in my lung, and I had NO idea. Caught by chance. That biopsy was some fresh funzies I tell ya! Sample was taken near a blood vessel, and a week later after a bad cough I was a fucking pitcher of blood tipped over, with it pouring out of my mouth. Like a damn murder scene. Hollywood aint even close! Got to spend a lovely staycation in the hospital, and then started treatment shortly after - all while still working full time remotely! They never had a clue.

Fast forward. One of my original pitties had been diagnosed with acute kidney disease. I was tasked with giving her SubQ fluids every day, twice a day. It kept her healthy, even though the numbers were slowly showing otherwise. But we were good! She was happy, playful, and her 13 year old ass could still out-pull her brother. I got her checked out before a long weekend trip a couple of months ago, and vet said - just have the pet sitter give her the fluids twice a day. Make sure she gets 500ml a day. She is doing fantastic! Cool. Pet sitter friend knows the routine and does it for other clients. Awesome.

Leave town. Pet sitter is scarce on her promised time to stay at the house. She still stays nights but long hours away. She tells me my kids are good and sends pic of my girl getting her fluids. ok.

Get home. Dog is sick as hell. House smells of OLD sickness. WTF. Shit all over the floor in her room. The same IV bag in on the tree from when I left! The other bag was never touched! My dog got less than 300ml of fluid all weekend long. Rushed to the vet, her numbers are tanking. Its bad. Vet is upset. I’m pissed. I start slamming a bag a day into her, per the vet. We are giving it our all to turn her around. Not three weeks later, my sweet girl dies. I rip my friend open with a text of what she caused. Bitch takes ZERO responsibility. Deny deny. Fuck her. I miss my little tough punk. It’s been rough.

Now big boy starts acting off. Fuck. Go to the vet. Liver values aren’t great. Checks for Cushings. Comes back negative. Ultrasound ordered and done.

Vet calls Tuesday, They found a mass on my boy's liver. We dont have the final word on if this is cancerous. The waiting. Fuck the waiting. I’ve been compartmentalizing on autopilot but still anxious. I focus on my work, and let powershell keep my brain busy. I baby the hell out of my boy. He is a big blockheaded asshole, but is such a teddy bear. Fucker thinks he is 20 pounds, when he is near 70.

This morning vet calls. NOT CANCER. Probably some growth (she said the term for it but I cant remember shit) that older dogs get.

He is okay but getting a CT scan to see what this is.

I finally was able to breathe.

So how is your week? FUCK!

Breaks my heart friend.... when we lost our dog he was only 2 and hit by a car. We cried for months. We got a new lab/hound rescue who's on his 3rd year with us at a cabin on vacation as we speak. Sorry about ur pup.