The Return of the Evil "C"

Sarcoma. A type of cancer Heather has beaten once before and ultimately, the kind of cancer that will take her from this Earth in the near future. We learned today that there is no cure. Only a form of chemotherapy that will help prevent her blood from feeding the tumors' growth. Surgery is not an option this time, either, as the cancer has spread from one end of the body to the other and there are multiple masses. So, our best bet is to keep her comfortable for as long as we can. 

In addition to the return of the evil "C," Heather faces a host of other medical conditions including gallbladder mucocele, Cushing's disease and a newly discovered blood clot. All life-threatening. I marvel at Heather's strength and perseverance after hearing the lineup of health concerns. How could a little girl so happy with life have so much wrong going on inside? It is almost as if she doesn't know she's sick and I'm thankful that - this weekend excepted - she hasn't experienced trouble or pain.

Heather is safe and comfortable at home now after a long weekend at the pet hospital. She is napping on the couch as I type this. Mr. K, Nibbles and Pudley are all on the couch pillows nearby looking after her. From the moment I carried her through the door, I knew I had made the right decision. She started rubbing her chin on the rug with her bottom up in the air and her helicopter tail wagging wildly. She is happy. And she is home - exactly where she belongs for the rest of her life.

I don't know how much time I have with Heather and a part of me does not care. I'd rather not know. Sure, I wish I had more time with her (don't we all wish that at some point in our lives?) but I will not be sidelined by grief. I'm determined to make her last days the best yet so that when her little body decides to rest, I, too, might be able to rest knowing I did something good. As always, we will keep you posted. Many thanks for your kind words and continued support. Much love, The Scottie Mom.