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So I can't remember exactly what we knew when I made my last post.
But about a week and a half ago we went in for an ultrasound and found that Wally has a tumor in his small intestine. It is one of two types of cancer.
The ultrasound vet made it sound like we could operate on it and he'd have a **** good chance. The head vet at my facility makes it sound like he doesn't have a good chance even with operation, and that the operation would be too draining on him. My personal vet comes back from vacation tomorrow.
I tried to contact an oncologist but of course without a firm diagnosis of the cancer type I can't even make an appointment to talk.
Basically I've just been bawling my eyes out every chance I get. Wally needs to be force fed at least one meal a day, and has lost over 10 pounds. He looks like a friggin' skeleton.
I can't even imagine what I would do without this dog. Probably slit my wrists and hang myself from the nearest tree. He is my life, my heart, my soul. Seeing him not himself, and so ill, is killing me. I just don't know what to do.
Of course through all of this I am moving, getting a new job, and bringing Blue home, none of which I can really put off because I need to move and get a new job to be able to afford the treatment if it ends up being something that will help Wally (3-5k), and since I'm moving 2 hours away, obviously I can't get the job and commute without moving.
So that's my update. I apologize if I don't have much to say, and if I just make posts in the happy go lucky threads. I'm having trouble thinking about anything deep right now . . .
But about a week and a half ago we went in for an ultrasound and found that Wally has a tumor in his small intestine. It is one of two types of cancer.
The ultrasound vet made it sound like we could operate on it and he'd have a **** good chance. The head vet at my facility makes it sound like he doesn't have a good chance even with operation, and that the operation would be too draining on him. My personal vet comes back from vacation tomorrow.
I tried to contact an oncologist but of course without a firm diagnosis of the cancer type I can't even make an appointment to talk.
Basically I've just been bawling my eyes out every chance I get. Wally needs to be force fed at least one meal a day, and has lost over 10 pounds. He looks like a friggin' skeleton.
I can't even imagine what I would do without this dog. Probably slit my wrists and hang myself from the nearest tree. He is my life, my heart, my soul. Seeing him not himself, and so ill, is killing me. I just don't know what to do.
Of course through all of this I am moving, getting a new job, and bringing Blue home, none of which I can really put off because I need to move and get a new job to be able to afford the treatment if it ends up being something that will help Wally (3-5k), and since I'm moving 2 hours away, obviously I can't get the job and commute without moving.
So that's my update. I apologize if I don't have much to say, and if I just make posts in the happy go lucky threads. I'm having trouble thinking about anything deep right now . . .
