Chemo and Home

Boy what a day. The doctor gave me my first chemo injection today. It did not hurt, I was allowed breakfast and went out for a walk.
In the afternoon Mum came to visit me i was really excited when i saw her.... she had my lead in her hand. I started to pull the nurse towards Mum, on route I had to stop to say hello to a couple of people sitting in reception. I did not know them but I felt I should introduce myself.

As soon as I reached Mum she said my 3rd favourite word HOME (dinner and walk are my 1st and 2nd). It hurt a little bit as I jumped up into the back of the car, but I did not care I was going home. I was treated really well at the Vets and I did not mind being there.... but there is no place like home.

I had no trouble balancing in the car. Mum was talking to me all the way. She was telling me that the Lymph nodes that had been removed had shown no cancer cells and the tumour in the bone had not broken through to the outside of the bone, it was still contained within. I did not really understand what she was saying, but she looked pleased, so I hung my tongue out and wagged my tail. If it made Mum happy it made me happy.

When we got home Mum left me in the car and went up to our flat. When she returned she has 3 cushions off of our sofa and a blanket. I watched her put the blanket on the floor then pile the cushions on top of each other. I sat down as she opened the boot (I am not allowed to get out until i have sat down) Mum was patting the cushions saying "come on Stormy, this will be easier for you to get down", Hmmm I thought, I am not some invalid as I jumped out of the car past the cushions onto the road. I could not help let out a little yelp but I did not need no cushions.
Mum looked at me and shook her head, but she was smiling.
We went in the block of flats and for the first time in a week I had to walk up stair. It did hurt but I took it slowly and Mum kept telling me how well I was doing, so I kept going all the way to the top. It was great being home but i was well and truly pooped so thought i best make use of the brand new great big bed Mum had got me.

Around 6pm Mum said my favourite word DINNER. But the devil got the better of me again and i stayed laying on my bed looking sorrowful. I kept a sneaky eye on Mum as she put the dinner in my bowl and placed it in front of me. I laid motionless, she used her very soft voice trying to get me to eat. Finally she started to hand feed me... I lifted my weary head and took the food. I love Mum pampering me, but she soon caught on and told me to get off my bloody bed and eat my food. So i did.
Then it was time to go out for a wee. I knew Mum was worried about me going up and down the stairs, she got one of her scarfs to put under my belly if I could not manage. I put my front foot on the top stair then sideways i moved my back legs down, it did not hurt, so i put my front leg on the next step and the next. I went all the way down a bit like a crab but i did not cry once. I done my wee on the grass to let the dogs in the village know i was back. I done so well going back up the stairs Mum said I could visit our neighbour Gary. She did say it would only be a quick hello and that I was not allowed to do my usual trick of running past Gary and jumping on his bed. Gary looked really pleased to see me and gave me a huge fuss.

I know Mum keeps watching me, i think she is frightend that the chemo will make me sick. Lets face it I am often sick when i have stuffed my face with grass. I was a bit worried about Mum, she has had a lot to cope with so i gave up my comfy bed and went and laid on her feet.