This is the second post within today. When I posted earlier this morning, I thought we could let dd stay at home till the appointment on Monday. But at about 9 A.M. I found him starting to lick and scratch the black scab on his growth. There seemed to be some secretion because he also licked on the futon where he laid. There was also a portruted spot that he wouldn’t let me touch. Something isn’t right! So I put the sweater on him to prevent him from hurting himself. I then urged DH to take dd to the emergency, but he had different opinions. Anyway, afer a long arguement with DH, and after I made him breakfast, he finally agreed to go at 1:30 P.M.
At the emergency, the student collected information that we can possible give then presented the information to the emergency doctor. The doctor then recommanded that we check dd in for this weekend in fear that an eruption may occur. We had no choice but to consent despite of the high cost because at home we can’t handle the possible eruption which maight cause dd bleed to an regrettable situation.
So, this is the first night that dd has to spend a night without his dear Daddy and Mommy after at least 7 years. But the long battle has just begun for dd! The growth increases day by day so I hope he can survive today, tomorrow, Monday, and then the likely surgery.
I admit that I cried a lot today. Maybe too early to cry, but it breaks my heart to see my baby going through this ordeal. Tonight, after supper, I told DH that both of us should take a bite of dd’s dog food so we know what his food taste like. I think this is important at this moment when he suffers alone in the hospital. DH was reluctant but finally succumbed. So we both took a bite. How do we feel? Well, it’s crunchy but easy to chew, smells oily and fishy, and definitely not tastey at all. So neither of us had the nerve to swallow down the food.
At 7:30 P.M., the doctor called to notify that X-ray and preliminary blood test came out with good result. No blood clogging problem or sign of cancer transferring to internal organs, so to speak. She also asked if we want CPR performed in case the tumor erupts tonight and an emergent surgery is required. We agreed because DH thinks the purpose is to prolong dd’s life.
After hanging up the phone, we realised that we forgot to ask if dd was doing OK. So we waited a while then called to check upon this. We were then told that he was rest but didn’t eat much. I think he didn’t eat at all because I know my dog. Anyway, I was reassured that CPR won’t cause him pain because he would be unconcious during the surgery.
I am exhaused so I have to call it a day now. But I will keep my cell phone next to my bed if the hospital calls. I will hold dd’s sweater (that I sewed Wendnesday) when I sleep tonight, just like the way I hold him all the time. So, be brave, dd! You are in my heart, and in my prayers. Always, always! I will be brave too, and stand by you all the way through the battle! Good night and good luck, my son! I will visit you tomorrow.
