Another day of doctors. Hubbie at pre-op (knee surgery next week ready or not) and doggie at the vet.
Perhaps you can tell I've been trying to think about other things this week. We've had no meaningful news out of Taiwan, and it's been impossible not to think about both hubbie's upcoming surgery and this dog that we love so much.
We have now officially received the worst possible news on her condition: the chemo isn't working and the cancer has advanced. At this point our options with her are limited. We can try something else, but she's already had the "best of the best" with regard to treatments and the only thing that did was make her feel lousy instead of curing her. She's receiving a few "minor adjustments" today and we hope she'll feel good when she comes home. We hope, in fact, that she can continue to feel good for a good long time, but that's not the prognosis, so we will have to take it one day at a time.
As the oncologist tells us, we have the best dogs and the worst luck. Yeah, sometimes it feels like that.