|Dryfus, my 7-year-old Corgi/German Shepherd mix.|
I don't normally let my personal life filter into the blog, but this once I'm allowing myself the leeway because it's for man's best friend. Specifically, my 7-year-old dog Dryfus.
For the second time in two years, Dryfus is battling cancer. About 18 months ago, a golf ball-sized lump appeared on his chest. Our vet diagnosed it as a soft tissue sarcoma and said Dryfus would need surgery to remove the lump. It was early and we were optimistic, so we scheduled the surgery immediately. My boyfriend Brian and I pooled our finances and Dryfus' grandparents even pitched in to pay the hefty bill.
After a year without any trace of lumps, we thought our pupster was in the clear. Sadly, in December 2012 one began to grow in the same place where the last tumor had been removed. As of today, it's the size of a racquetball.
Surgeons have told us that with aggressive surgery there is an 80% chance that the cancer won't ever come back. DryfusDryfus