Did you ever notice when you blow in a dog’s face he gets mad at you? But when you take him in a car he sticks his head out the window. ~Steve Bluestone
Week 4 of Chemotherapy
My Dad is out of town this week so my Mom gets to take me into the vet for my blood work, I am so thrilled! I have never even been in my Mom’s car. Getting into her SUV was so exciting. I didn’t know whether to stay in the back seat or jump to the third row or the very back or really quickly jump up front with her. I just don’t know what to do with myself. Then, all the sudden, I said, “MOM I SMELL A CHEERIO!!!” I dove into the back seat dug between the seats trying to get it out. I heard her cheering me on “Go Josie Go!”…..or at least that’s what I thought she was doing or maybe she was saying, “No Josie, No.” I’m a dog, how do I know what she is saying?
I got to the vet and I was so happy to show her off. I walked in the door and everybody behind the desk said, “Hi Josie!” and I said, “Say hi to my Mom,” or it may have come out as “ruff, ruff.” There was a shady looking Shepherd in the corner, I said, “hey, don’t look at my Mom that way.” but it came out as, “grrrrr.” My Mom was a little embarrassed about me yelling at the Shepherd I told her, “Hey, I was just protecting you.” I’m not sure she understood me. She still seemed a little embarrassed.
The next day the vet called, Dr. Suarez said that my white cell count was too low and that we were going to take a week off from chemotherapy. She also said that as a precaution that she would start me on antibiotics so that I would not go into septic shock. I guess my ability to fight off infection has gotten so low that any little bug could have made me pretty sick.
I started on the antibiotics and I did not feel good. My stomach was bothering me and I just could not get comfortable. At least I think it’s the antibiotics. It could be the banana peel I ate or some random toy I thought was food sitting in my stomach making me uncomfortable, or worse.
But we won’t think about that.