Pericardial effusion caused by hemangiosarcoma = a life threatening event caused by a terminal disease for which there is no cure.
It came on so suddenly. As it so often does. Out of the blue. Out of nowhere. None of the three of us saw it coming. Not me (the peepstress). Not Him (the dad). Not Stuart (the best friend anyone could ever have and the toughest little man in the world).
We thought it was a bad bout of pancreatitis with an obstruction caused by that damned chicken foot. How I wish that were the case. If only that were the case. I’d love it if that had been the case when we left Dr. Elliott’s last night.
But it’s not the case. Stuart is in the emergency hospital where he’s been since last night. With cancer.
We’re waiting for another call. With results from another ultrasound. With results from more blood tests. To tell us if the swelling around the heart has gone down. To tell us if his platelet count is up.
To tell us if we can bring him home.
This is the hardest thing I’ve ever written.
But this is the easiest: Thank you for your love, your caring and your friendship. Each and every one of you. Hold him close to your heart.