It was just about a year ago that an ultrasound revealed a recurrence of cancer. Little Dixers had two enlarged lymph nodes.
Her oncologist recommended radiation but radiation, I discovered, is a brutal proposition.
So I opted to have the nodes surgically removed instead.
And then I met with the oncologist who treated Bebe for a second opinion.
The new oncologist proposed managing the cancer as a chronic disease using Traditional Chinese Medicine, gentle chemo and diet.
That was the road we decided to take.
So instead of spending my time online writing my blog and reading yours, I spent most of the first few months learning all about ketogenic diets while trying and failing to monitor her ketone and glucose levels. She’s been on a ketogenic diet ever since, but I still have no idea what her levels are.
At the same time that Dixie’s cancer recurred, my mom was having symptoms.
Her surgeon was sure that it was cancer, but the results of the biopsy were inconclusive.
So she was sent to the top infectious disease doc in our area.
She bounced from test to test, specialist to specialist, likely cancer to not likely cancer and back again.
So I did what we do in my family, I took to the internet in pursuit of a diagnosis.
We’re a family of puzzle solvers.
But no one ever did solve it – not any of us, not the docs.
A year later, my mom seems fine – finer than most 88-year-olds.
And Dixie is doing well, too.
So in honor of the first day of Autumn, my daughter and I took her to Marshbank Park for some fresh air, exercise and mental stimulation.
Because all those things are good for dogs.
The hub wasn’t with us because he was making the long drive home from Canada – where he spent all last week catching 19 inch smallies.
(Just wanted to show you the picture he sent.)
We did two loops along the water and through the woods.
Who knows, this might have been the first time Dixie has seen a lake in her 12 years.
If that last pic looks vaguely familiar, you might be remembering the photo I took of Bebe at the same park two Septembers ago.
Sweet little Bebe, God rest her soul.
So that’s why I haven’t been around much these past 11 months.
I’ve been learning, learning learning by reading, reading, reading. And these old eyes can only take so much screen time.
If Dixie’s ultrasound this week confirms that she is stable I might be around a bit more.
This morning the hub and I skipped church to go to a couple of Farmers Markets and fully enjoy another crisp, sunny, glorious day.
Going to the Market always involves Ned’s Travel Burger.
It’s fun to bebop with the hub. Good to have him home.
Home now watching the PGA Tour Championship while Dixers takes a nap.