Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. I hope you all have a wonderful day!
For once my utter laziness has paid off. I was going to cancel Betty’s pet insurance when it came through last year, it was about £250 for the year and we’d never claimed. I was starting to think it was a waste of time. She’s seven, healthy and only goes to the vets for her inoculations which of course aren’t covered by insurance. But I didn’t get round to it and just kept paying it, as it turns out that was lucky!
And then three weeks ago happened, hence my lack of blogging….
I got up to make Sunday breakfast and for a change she didn’t immediately beat me to the kitchen to shout at me for food.
I went into the lounge to see her, she grudgingly got up, walked 8 steps and then collapsed. Seriously couldn’t get up and was crying. So I called the emergency vet and the nightmare began!
I managed to get her up and into the car – not easy with a large dog who just wants to lie on the floor! She was seen, pronounced ok (because of course she was FINE by time we got there!), had to pop back the next day for blood test and urine tests. Did that and they thought she had a UTI, course of antibiotics and she’d be right as rain. At this point I’d spent £350.
Midway through the course of antibiotics we went for a walk and she pee’d on some dry leaves and I glanced at them and realised it was blood! So back to the vets and they decided that she should be scanned and x-rayed because at this point it could be bladder cancer.
I sobbed, sobbed some more, the whole family was in tears. We took her on her favourite walk, into the field she adores and all had our photo with her so we have some good memories. Paul managed to get a nice photo of her and me, with me not crying which was an achievement that day!
She was duly shaved (look at that poor cold belly!), anaesthetised and scanned and there was a thickening to the lining of her bladder which could be either bladder cancer or polyps. Now bladder cancer in dogs it turns out is really, really horrible and can metastase very quickly if you disturb it in a biopsy. So we have been referred to a specialist dog cancer vet at another surgery. The scanning at my vets was another £550. We’re now at £900 at just one vets.
So we went to the cancer vets and she re-did all the original testing my vets has done so she could double check everything – yes another £550! Then Betty took a turn for the worse went off her food and developed really, really bad bloody diarrhoea, and they gave her more antibiotics and some special food – I haven’t had the bill for that yet. All being well tomorrow she goes for her biopsy and we’ll find out how to proceed either with medicine or with surgery. If it’s the cancer then she’ll have chemo and maybe a good 6-12 months, and if it’s the Polyps which I am SO hoping it is then it’ll be surgery to remove them I believe, but I could be wrong?
She’s insured up to £3,000 thank goodness, but I can now see that last £1500 being eaten up very very quickly. I honestly don’t know how you pay for it if you’re not insured? I really, really feel for older people or those on a low wage who need to get their animals treated. I know there are charities that will help, but they are few and far between and I can see now why more sick pets are being dumped. Such a horrible situation and would certainly drive most people into debt.
Anyway please wish us luck tomorrow and I’ll let you know the outcome.
I have to share her, she’s too gorgeous not to! Meet my puppy ‘sister’ Nell that my parents picked up from the RSPCA last weekend.
They were going to get an older rescue dog and at the moment with the sleepless nights, I’m thinking maybe they wish they had! But their vet advised that as they had rescued two older cats last year, the cats who hadn’t lived with dogs before would be less stressed with a smaller puppy and not a full grown dog. Nell and her sisters came up just as they were starting to look as they are both retiring in October.
Sadly Nell and her sisters were a neglect case, which is why they were removed from their Mum so early. Both her sisters have also gone to good loving homes nearby, so they’ll be able to see each other which is really nice. Her Mum was a Collie and Dad is rumoured to be either a Labrador or a German Shepherd, either way she’s going to be a lovely big dog if her size at the moment is anything to go by.
But she is adorable! Despite her tough start, she’s a little loving bundle of fun and she’s so smart. She’s only 6 weeks old but can ‘sit’, call her and she comes to you and she’s almost toilet trained. I’ve been puppy sitting this week with her whilst my parents finished up work as they are both running down for the end of October – such a hardship to spend all day with that cute bundle of mischief!
I’m going get to spend a few days with her over the coming weeks which is fantastic. I think it’s a bit like being a grandparent, I get to play with her, have lots of cuddles and then give her back at the end of the day. I must admit it’s lovely to come home to my all lovely trained up, non teething, well behaved Betty. But just look at that sleeping fur baby….adorable!
Sorry it’s been so long, I’m finally feeling well enough after my surgery to sit in front of the computer for an extended period of time.
I’d never been into hospital for an operation before and I was pretty scared. Paul and Miss L came with me and we bundled into my little cubical for the day. Poor L was a little diamond, she didn’t complain once and was so helpful despite it being a long and dull day for her. I finally was called for surgery at 2.30pm (we got there at 7am) and I was terrified walking into Theatre. By the time I lay down to have the anaesthetic I was sobbing, I was so scared I wouldn’t wake up. The theatre team were great, wiped my tears, made me laugh and held my hand while I fell asleep. I thank them from the bottom of my heart for being so kind and understanding. Same goes for the recovery team and my nurses, they were brilliant, no question was too stupid and nothing too much trouble, utterly lovely. Even my consultant who I’m pretty sure hates talking to patients was ace, but he did the hard bit so I’ll let him off.
The surgery went well, it was pretty painful the first couple of days, I swear it was worse than my c-section. But a week from the operation I was driving again and then I got a small infection, which some antibiotics too care of pretty quickly. I’m still getting the odd twinge and swelling now but it’s not too bad at all. I’ve still not had the results of what they pulled out of me yet, but the surgeon was happy on the day it was just a dermoid cyst and nothing more sinister. I think if it was anything worse, I would have been recalled back to hospital by now for further treatment. So fingers crossed.
The only thing it’s really left me with are two small scar’s either side of my stomach (Miss L says it looks like I’ve been attacked with a nail gun. Thanks kid!) and a new belly button which is VERY weird at the grand old age of 42 – don’t like it!
So now I’m fighting fit and finally have some energy again I’ve been planning lots of DIY jobs around the house and we’re planning on finally replacing that tiny kitchen of mine! I might even makeover the blog again, it’s been a while and I keep promising myself I’ll try a magazine layout.
Thanks for hanging in there with me and all the kind messages on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, they helped me a lot when I was in hospital and recovering big squishy hugs to you all! xxxx
I know I’ve been AWOL from here since March, and I feel bad about letting my online home gather dust! I don’t normally post massively personal stuff on here as my family moan at me, but a blogging gap of nearly two months needed an explanation.
I’d been having stomach pains since September last year, and as they came and went pretty much ignored them. Then they started getting worse and worse and eventually I clumsily fell down the stairs, and the pains in my stomach were worse than the falling down the stair injuries. So I finally gave in and went to the GP. She gave me a once over and instantly booked me in for a scan as she thought there was something not right with my womb. And she was right, the scan found a large ovarian cyst.
That then led to a hospital appointment with a lovely consultant who’s opening sentence was ‘well you’re here because this could be cancerous’ and then told me all the other things I could be. Bless him I don’t think he realised quite how scary he was being.
Of course that one sentence plus the Ovarian Cancer blood tests and the (bloody horrible!) MRI I had, pretty much meant I’ve not slept for three weeks. In fact I was so worried that I did the unthinkable and opened a joint bank account with OH so I could be prepared if I had the worst news.
Thank god yesterday I got the all clear, I don’t have cancer but I do have to have surgery to get the cyst out. It’s a Dermoid one (don’t click if you’re squeamish!) it’s basically a large gross tumour full of hair, fat and charmingly maybe teeth and bone! Stem Cells are clever and can grown anything it seems! I could, thanks so our lovely NHS have surgery this month, but it’s a 2 week recovery time and I can’t get Miss L to school and look after her while OH is working, so I’ve opted to keep with the pain killers and have it done in the summer holidays.
I’m quite terrified, I’ve never had an operation other than an emergency c-section and I don’t like the idea of being put out. So I need to get my head round that, I’m trying really hard. Anyway the moral of the story is, if you’re in pain don’t leave it 6 months!
But now the pain is under control and I can sit up for longer periods of time and actually do stuff which doesn’t involve laying on the sofa with a hotwater bottle, more blog posts will be coming. Thank you so much for sticking with me, really appreciated xxx