Three words rocked our world. They weren’t unexpected.
(A post I wrote for my friends at Inscribe bloggers.)
She has cancer.
“It’s in her spleen, stomach, kidneys, and it looks like some spots on her lungs. I’m so sorry.” The ultrasound confirmed our worst fears. My wife and I couldn’t look at each other. The drive home was in heavy silence. We knew the next 24 hours would change everything.
What are we going to do?
How do we tell our boys?
Why did it have to come to this? Again.
Just A Dog
Anyone who has never allowed a dog to become a part of the family won’t understand or appreciate the devastation of a terminal diagnosis. Lord knows, it’s just a dog. I mean no disrespect to those who suffered the loss of a loved one or face a terminal diagnosis.
Anne Lamott is one of my favourite writers. Her dog died on October 4th. She wrote, “My beautiful pal passed away yesterday at home. She had (somehow) gotten old. She was the perfect person and had the most beautiful smile. It is the end of the world and I feel that I will never have a moment’s happiness again. You may know the feeling. Sigh.”
“The end of the world.” Couldn’t say it better. This was the third time with the exact same diagnosis. All were Golden Retrievers. They had names – Tammy. Sprite. Silver. Each one had a unique personality. All were love on four legs.
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