a good two months

It certainly has been an interesting couple of months. Initially, my emotions were all over the place: sadness that the cancer was back, anger at how quickly it came back, fear of what was to come, and, a recurring theme over the last ten months, guilt over all of these feelings about a dog. But the thing that this time has given me is the ability to accept all of them as much as I can and enjoy Dave as much as I can. Cliche, I know, but it's the truth.

I'm not living with a sick dog. He's actually better now than he was the last month or so of chemo. The fear mentioned above made me worry if I'd come home and find that he was sick, or that he wouldn't have the energy to be his normal crazy self. That hasn't been true so far.

I don't know what the next few months, or weeks, will bring. I'm excited about the possibility that it could be longer. As educated and wonderful as his doctor's are, they were shocked about how well he was doing. It doesn't seem like they've had a dog who went throught the vaccine trial and then took prednisone do this well. He's now lived longer than his initial prognosis, as well as the secondary prognosis after he came out of remission, which, for us, is a very, very good thing.