After our morning hike today, I took K to have her blood tested, to see how much her bone marrow was suppressed by the last round of chemotherapy. Great news - her numbers are looking really good. We may be able to raise her chemo dose next time so we can kill even more of the bad cancer cells.
For some reason, since K's diagnosis with OSA, our vet seemed to believe that my upbeat attitude meant that I hadn't accepted the seriousness of K's situation. So, every time I told her about how happy K is, she would remind me of the prognosis and tell me stories of other dogs who had OSA, who seemed to be doing great, and then would suddenly lose the battle.
Because these conversations left me so sad, I found myself avoiding our vet whenever possible. Finally, a couple of weeks ago, I addressed the issue directly. I told her that I fully understood the grim prognosis but that I was making a conscious decision to be happy now and save the sadness for later.
I am so glad that I articulated the reason for my attitude to her. Since then, she has completely changed how she approaches K's veterinary issues with me. She's allowing me space to be happy during these wonderful days with K, and I am very grateful for that.
So is K (atop Hug Hill this morning)...
Little did I know that she'd been secretly partying with R when I wasn't around.