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Impossible Decisions
Those of you who have read (even occasionally) of this journal have been subjected to small amounts of the hilarity and wonderfulness that is having Oliver as a companion, foil and, occasionally, singing partner.
I'm talking about the yellow Lab, here.
Trust me, the amounts of hilarity are not small if you live with him. I'm protecting you.
Unfortunately, you probably know about his recent health issues, too.
There is one of two things wrong with him right now. Either he has the very rare (in his circumstances, anyway) hyperparathyroid issue, where his parathyroid gland is secreting too much hormone and thereby ordering his body to dump all available calcium into his bloodstream; or he has the pretty common lymphoma, cancer of the lymph nodes, which the doctor can find no evidence of (no symptoms but the high calcium levels in his blood, even following an ultrasound examination), but is fairly common, and commonly causes this condition.
If the slim chance of hyperparathyroid is the case, then a surgical procedure will cure him, and he will go on to live a full life with the possible condition that he might need calcium supplements.
If it's lymphoma, he might have two years to live. And that would be with chemotherapy and blood work every week for four to six months. And when he went, it would not be an easy death.
I don't know if I can go through with that. I don't know what to do. We're not going to know the results of the hyperparathyroid test until tomorrow, probably.
Until then we wait. And I, personally, will remain a wreck.
Those of you who have read (even occasionally) of this journal have been subjected to small amounts of the hilarity and wonderfulness that is having Oliver as a companion, foil and, occasionally, singing partner.
I'm talking about the yellow Lab, here.
Trust me, the amounts of hilarity are not small if you live with him. I'm protecting you.
Unfortunately, you probably know about his recent health issues, too.
There is one of two things wrong with him right now. Either he has the very rare (in his circumstances, anyway) hyperparathyroid issue, where his parathyroid gland is secreting too much hormone and thereby ordering his body to dump all available calcium into his bloodstream; or he has the pretty common lymphoma, cancer of the lymph nodes, which the doctor can find no evidence of (no symptoms but the high calcium levels in his blood, even following an ultrasound examination), but is fairly common, and commonly causes this condition.
If the slim chance of hyperparathyroid is the case, then a surgical procedure will cure him, and he will go on to live a full life with the possible condition that he might need calcium supplements.
If it's lymphoma, he might have two years to live. And that would be with chemotherapy and blood work every week for four to six months. And when he went, it would not be an easy death.
I don't know if I can go through with that. I don't know what to do. We're not going to know the results of the hyperparathyroid test until tomorrow, probably.
Until then we wait. And I, personally, will remain a wreck.