Happy birthday to my baby boy!! Oreo celebrated his birthday this past Wednesday. I just cant believe this little guy is ten!
Where did the time go! Oreo had a great time opening presents and eating cake on his birthday, as did his kitty brother and sister who seemed to think it was their birthday too.
I have his official birthday party scheduled in a few weeks; i’m hoping that a few of his best doggy friends and human friends will be able to make it! I also hope that he’s able to have a good time without getting himself TOO excited and getting a nosebleed.
Speaking of nosebleeds…last week, Oreo had his scariest one yet. It went on for around an hour, and I couldn’t get it to stop for the life of me. He was sneezing out huge blood clots, and you could see that he was starting to panic as well. After about 20 minutes of unsuccessfully trying to stop the bleeding on my own, I had to bring him into work. I was supposed to work at the bank, so I had to call in there for the first time, and i had my dad pick us up and drive us to the vet. I tried to keep him calm for the ride, but he still got a lot of blood all over my dads car. Luckily, he loves his “Grandson” and wasn’t mad at all. My vet and coworkers were able to stop his bleed, and cleaned him up for me since he had blood everywhere.
This Thursday we go back to his Oncologist to try his new chemo protocol. I’m pretty nervous about it, if for no other reason than that I’m not sure how exactly it’s going to play out. I know his doctor had said that he wouldn’t recommend sedation previously, but I don’t know how they’ll get him to stay still for several hours otherwise while he gets an IV chemo drip. If I were there laying next to him he might be fine, but I’m sure that’s not allowed given the sort of drugs they’ll be dealing with.
We’ve hit the 1 year mark since we’ve been actively fighting this thing. A year ago he had his nasal scope, which showed us his tumor for the first time, and nasal debulking, which scraped out as much of the tumor as possible. I remember being so worried during the whole procedure, and feeling so helpless afterwards. He was miserable, bleeding a ton from his nose, and so drugged up on meds that I couldn’t get him to even stand. Fast forward a few days later when he got his Fentanyl patch removed, he bounced back to his normal, happy self within the hour! You can take a trip down memory lane with all of that here –> http://diaryofacrazypetmom.com/fuck-cancer/
Today Oreo and his kitties have had a lazy relaxing day, while I’ve been trying to get some stuff cleaned up and organized – I still have some boxes of things at my parents house that have to be moved over here; but since my space here is so small, I really have to go through and decide what I REALLY want to keep…and give everything else to Goodwill. I’m about ready to take Oreo to get his weekly fries – I think this week we’ll try out Burger King fries. Those are the fries that lured him into my car the day I found him, after all <3