I came home today to find drops and smears of blood on our house floors. Oh no – what’s going on with our dog? I tried to find blood on him but couldn’t, until he sneezed and out came the blood. He’s 13 years old and I knew that was not a good sign. The vet had me get him in right away. After initial tests, the vet warned me there was a possibility of cancer. While alone in the room while they took more tests, I found myself in the familiar territory of the last few years – that part of me that emotionally shuts down, it started to shut down.
So far, this is what we know – he has an enlarged heart which is pressing against his trachea, his liver numbers are sky high, and he has a tumor which we don’t know if it’s benign or cancer yet. I have to go back for an ultrasound and biopsy. None of this explains him sneezing blood though but they can’t treat it with his high liver numbers. We have to wait till after the ultrasound.
I just can’t deal with this right now – I can’t lose anything else in my life! The wedding trip is a week away and now I am so very worried about my dog on top of all the stress and anxiety associated with the wedding. I have already been through hell – how much more can I take??