Sep 27, 2007 12:02
Robs brother has had a port put in his chest, and has started chemo. No word yet as to how he is doing today, the first day after his first treatment. Mom is hanging in there. I can't even imagine how hard this is on her. When your child is sick, all you want to do as a mom is take it away, and make them better. This time, she can do nothing but watch as the docs put these drugs into him.
Our puppy is adjusting well, as are we. He is a handful, and sometimes I wonder if we made the right decision. Then...he looks at me with those big brown eyes. He is learning "sit" and "down" quite well. "Stay" is going to take a bit longer. He knows that momma is the alpha in the house, and when I get after him he knows I mean business. When Rob does it Disco just kind of looks at him as if to say, "you're not supposed to do that to me." It's kind of cute. I'm looking forward to the day he is housebroken, and gets along with the kitties. I know in reality that may never happen, but maybe, just maybe, someday they can at least co-exist.
Time to get lunch for my sick munchkin. Have a great day!!!