|Barked: Mon Sep 8, '14 4:39pm PST |
|Wish I had known to scroll down weeks ago. Or tried on my iphone.
So, here's another trip to the hospital because of my giant dog story. Moose sent me to the ER, but this time it was my fault and it ended up probably being a life saver. And I got to see what a true Saint Bernard does when someone is hurt.
Almost exactly a month ago I had Moose out where we usually go, throwing his toy to him. (He trails his 20ft lead when we go there).
I threw his toy, he runs after and the last 2 ft of the lead wraps around my ankle and before I could yell to him to stop, I'm flipped up in the air and I landed right on the back of my neck. Ya know when you hurt yourself and you just know it's bad? I knew it was bad. My first thought when I hit, was was I going to be able to feel my hands and feet. Luckily I could.
As I was on my hands and knees, rubbing my neck moaning like crazy in pain, Moose comes over to, of course, eat all of the fallen treats and as I continued to lie there in agony Moose laid down next to me.
At one point I thought he wanted to play and head wrestle, but he just lay there next to me. I was down for a few minutes and when I thought I could stand up and walk to the car, I didn't have to say anything to Moose. He just walked calmly at my side to the car.
I dropped Moose off at home and took myself to the ER where a CT scan showed a fractured vertebra in my neck and the scan also showed that the vertebra was being destroyed by cancer. I had no idea. No clues, no aches, no pains, no nothin'.
If I hadn't thrown that toy and not ignored where the long line was, I'd never know I had cancer. (Still weird using the C word when I'm talking about myself).
What was so weird was that I thought Moose was done chasing the toy and I normally have to play a game of tug and then throw the toy, but this time Moose came up to me wanting me to throw it. And I also ignored my protocol when it comes to keeping an eye on that long line. Whenever I throw a ball/toy for Moose when he's dragging that, I always, always, always kick that line in front of me so there's never a chance for it to wrap around my ankle. (Lessoned learned when it happened 2 times with Mikey). So, it seems as if it was totally meant to happen.
Three weeks ago I had surgery to get as much of the mass out, replace the vertebra and put in pins and rods in my neck. I have to be in a neck brace for 3 more weeks. No driving and no walking Moose. I'm going broke paying a dog walker to show up twice a day. (Unfortunately I don't have neighbors who can walk him).
And no snuggling with Moose. Our bedtime ritual of him laying across me with his giant head in the crook of my neck won't be happening for a long time. Poor guy.
I have radiation starting sometime in the next few weeks and luckily (so lucky) there's no other cancer in me. Nothing in the soft tissue or my bones, except in the vertebra in my neck. All of my blood work comes back normal and I'm as healthy as ever and besides this brace, I feel great.
They tell me that this type of cancer responds really well to radiation, so I hope they're right.
So, my Moose, in a round about way, saved my life. A true Saint Bernard.
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