Cancer

There comes a time in a dog’s life when they can choose to be changed by a situation or they can change the situation themselves. In this case I was the one doing the changing, and wasn't going to let it beat me. It all started when I was on my way to Dr. Ard’s for my yearly check up and shots. All was well and good, I was eating fine, sleeping like a baby and enjoying the last few days of sunshine before the big turn to cold. I, as always, took it upon myself to make sure my favorite office ladies we kept entertained as we waited on the Doc.

When it was my turn the doc gave me a look over. Said I looked great, but I could use a good teeth cleaning and asked Beth if she had any questions or concerns. She did of course. My Beth is so nosy she will notice if one of my spots has changed in size I swear. Always with the ear checking and the making me show my teeth and gums. So thorough that lady is. Anyways, she pointed out a few places on my belly and asked the doc if they were just fatty tumors. I tried to object because there is nothing fatty about this lean mean ball chasing machine, but the doctor thought we should take a sample just to be sure. OUCH!

A few hours later, the phone rings and my mom looks like someone just slapped her. She looked at me and says, Omar my dearest friend, you have cancer and we have to do surgery. I am not sure what this means but by the look on her face it is not good for the O.



“What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson