We're on our way to Auburn (again) to start Pippin's radiation therapy tomorrow. 3 days, 3 doses, and hopefully this thing in his chest will start going away. 🤞
Little brother Merry is coming along for support this time.
The radiologist diagnosed Pippin as being a very sweet boy (literally, that's in his medical records now).
The mass next to his heart is kind of big and pushing up on stuff but doesn't seem to be wrapping around anything important and so should be pretty treatable with radiation.
We'll come back down in a few weeks for three days of radiating and then check with another CT in 4-6 weeks.
All in all we're feeling pretty good with this prognosis and relieved to have a plan.
We're taking Pippin to Auburn tomorrow for another oncology exam and to (hopefully) begin treatment for the mass growing in front of his heart. (Apparently the mass being there instead of in his lungs is a good thing.)
He's (always) excited to be going on another adventure. We're of course nervous about how it will play out for our boy.
Another round of good vibes please?
We are VERY excited to be at a place!
And we *really* want to go meet the Frenchie over there.
Last night I asked an AI for "a Boston terrier facing an existential crisis".
Today, Merry had a think by a window.
I had placed two beds by the front door so the two dogs could hang out near the office while I'm working from home.
I guess Merry decided that two beds weren't enough.
I have no clue when he did this but he had to have dragged that third bed all the way from the bedroom. 😁
A few days ago, Pippin started with a barking cough when he gets excited. We took him to the vet yesterday and they performed an xray and saw "something weird" near his tracheal branches. Results came back from the radiologist today, and they indicate either a tumor or a bad fungal infection. We'll get more info on Monday and line up a CT to confirm.
He's otherwise in great spirits and health but we're worried like hell for him. Positive vibes appreciated.
Wrangler of imaginary computers. Dodger of orange cones. Anarchist of sandwiches. Antecedent of he/him.