She is living on our front porch. We have one every summer. The male is nearby, looking nervous.
She is beautiful but not quite as cuddly as me. The squeamish should prepare themselves, or eschew this link altogether.
Read about Bernese Moutain Spiders
Monday, July 27, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
About my broken toe...
Anyway, while Sheila (vet and mom) was looking at my broken toe she felt a subcutaneous lump hidden way up on my inner thigh. She took it out with good margins and sent it off to the lab. It took me a long time to wake up from the anesthesia (I'm sensitive).
It turned out to be an hemangiosarcoma .
The bad news is that these malignant tumors are relatively common in Berners and usually fatal because they most often become apparent only after they metastatize to places like the spleen. Then they burst and that's that!
The good news is that this one appeared right under my skin and Sheila probably got it on time. An ultrasound showed nothing bad and I've had six weeks of local chemotherapy. Now I'm on this antiangiogenic diet with some supporting meds. The oncologist called me a "big goof" (she hasn't met Junior).
Pretty good service...my prognosis is "decent" according to my mom/vet so I may stick around for a while. That idea seems to make Sheila and Randy happy, so I am happy. Dogs are actually more rational than people and not worried about death, but they do like their humans.
The peculiar feature of this ridiculous nonsense is the coincidence of the broken toe. I have no time to ponder this now as there is a thunderstorm and I must go in the master bedroom and hide.
It turned out to be an hemangiosarcoma .
The bad news is that these malignant tumors are relatively common in Berners and usually fatal because they most often become apparent only after they metastatize to places like the spleen. Then they burst and that's that!
The good news is that this one appeared right under my skin and Sheila probably got it on time. An ultrasound showed nothing bad and I've had six weeks of local chemotherapy. Now I'm on this antiangiogenic diet with some supporting meds. The oncologist called me a "big goof" (she hasn't met Junior).
Pretty good service...my prognosis is "decent" according to my mom/vet so I may stick around for a while. That idea seems to make Sheila and Randy happy, so I am happy. Dogs are actually more rational than people and not worried about death, but they do like their humans.
The peculiar feature of this ridiculous nonsense is the coincidence of the broken toe. I have no time to ponder this now as there is a thunderstorm and I must go in the master bedroom and hide.
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