DLOG: Turning Green

Greetings!

Lillian: We have an update.

Delilah: A lumpdate.

Lilly: As promised, my sister started her chemo pills Monday with dinner.

Lilah:  Around 12:30 Tuesday morning I erped it all up in a corner of Mom and Papa Jon’s bedroom.

Lilly: Erp-a-saurus.

Lilah: It was a doozy.

Lilly: Puke-a-pattomus.

Lilah:  It was RUFF!  But I ate all my meals and kept them in my tummy after that.  I feel much better now.

Lilly: You even helped me yell at the yard guy yesterday.

Lilah: Today’s pill day though.  I take them on Mondays and Thursdays. We’re all  hoping it, along with my breakfast, stays IN.

Lilly: I’ll exchange my lovely scarf for a spatter-guard.

Lilah: We chose today’s outfits because lime green is the lymphoma cancer color.

Lilly: These were the only things we could find in mom’s closet.

Lilah: We’re sending her shopping today.

Lilly & Lilah: Yeah, new outfits for our next DLOG!  TTYL!

 

For the time being, we’re taking over Mom’s blog. Now it’s a DLOG!

 

Lillian:  Hello DLOG lovers!

Delilah: We’re here to let you in on a bit of an upheaval, which MAY lead to some actual up-heaving, but we’ll get to that in a moment.

Lillian: Ahem.  Well, I’ll just get straight to it. My sister has lymphoma.

Delilah:  I have crab-apple sized lumps under my jaw-bone.

Lillian: You look a little like a frog.

Delilah: I think I look like Maria Shriver.

Lillian:  I see the resemblance.

Delilah: On the additional up-side, I’ve been getting lots of treats and everyone is SUPER nice to me. Lillian even stopped stealing my dinner.

Lillian:  She’s a little skinny. And I didn’t want my super-modeling career upstaged.

Delilah: One thing I’ve learned is, according to the American Kennel Club Canine Health Foundation, one in every 15 dogs will get lymphoma.

Lillian: Good research, sister!

Delilah: That’s why I’m wearing my glasses.

Lillian: They make you  look smart.

Delilah: Why, thank you! The other thing we learned today is there is now a chemo drug that’s a pill.  It’s called LAVERDIA- CA1. So, I expect I’ll be getting it in a chunk of cheese, rather than intravenously.

Lilly: Wait. There are PILLS in the cheese?

D: Yep. Mom thinks I don’t know.  But she’s been feeding me Prednisone for a couple of weeks.  That’s why I’ve developed such a drinking (and peeing) problem and I pant so much and it’s been really hard to sit still.  Especially at night.

L: Oh. I thought you’d gotten into Mom’s bourbon.

D: Ha! Well, the steroid part’s over now. I start the chemo tonight with dinner.

Lilly: Well, thank goodness for the pills.  You don’t like needles much.

D: I don’t like ANYTHING at the vet much.  Which reminds me– I’d like to apologize to Dr. Pelura, Megan and Tammy at Davidsonville Veterinary Clinic for being a somewhat less-than-gracious guest over the past, ummm, decade or so.

Lilly: You might apologize in advance for the next time.

D: Yes, I’m sorry in advance for being a bit of a PIA.

Lilly: So will the chemo bomb cause you lose your ridge?

D: Supposedly we canines don’t USUALLY barf or lose our hair with the chemo, proving that we are the superior species.

Lilly: Most excellent! There’s already enough hair lying around here.

D: Anyway, we’re sorry to share this not-great news, but we thought if we, as a family, DLOGGED, it might help other dog-families in similar situations.

Lilly: So, Mom, Pappa, D and I will keep you in our loop! Feel free to share.

D & L:  Hugs and Lix!!