Week 1 of Chemotherapy
Our story about Josie the Golden Retriever and our progress through cancer.
A dog will teach you unconditional love. If you can have that in your life, things won’t be too bad. – Robert Wagner
For chemotherapy I’m doing the University of Wisconsin-Madison Protocol, UW-19. It’s a combination of different chemo drugs once a week over 19 weeks. My Oncologist told me the UW-19 is the most powerful and effective treatment available. There are other treatments but this gives the biggest bang to get me into remission and put me into remission for the longest time period. Once the cancer comes back, it will come back and come back harder. We want to use the biggest and toughest tool we have available to get the longest remission up front.
Most of the chemo drugs are pretty nasty. So they have to be very careful that it gets into my veins, because it can do quite a bit of damage to my leg if the Doctor misses the vein. They take their time, which means I’ll be spending at least half the day at the vet. My Dad took me to the vet and checked me in. A nice vet tech came out to get me and put one of their leashes on me and handed Dad my “clothes.”
“you won’t hold her leash and collar?” asked my Dad.
“no, it’s our policy bla bla bla.”
“COME ON MAN! Are you going to make my Dad walk out of here with an empty leash.” I barked. ”My Dad gets in and out a hundred leashes a day. Buy a $2 bin and a dry erase marker, it’s not that hard.” I’m a dog so all that came out of my mouth was, “ruff.”
My Dad is a stoic guy, never gets too excited or too down. All through this process he’s been able to keep it together. Until now. I watched him walk out the door of the Vet office and lose it. He wasn’t ready to take home an empty leash.