The peeps brought me home from the hospital last night and I pooped out in my favorite bucket. It takes a lot out of a guy to be in the ER all night and intensive care all day. With fluid in my chest and abdomen to boot. That damned cancer. (Sorry, but that ‘s how I feel. I might be cussing a lot, so you’ll just have to overlook that one flaw in my otherwise stellar character.)
It. Was. Not. Fun. Needles. Catheters. IVs. Ultrasounds. Pokes. Prods. Crying. Sobbing. Fear. Pain.
But, hey, here’s a fun way to start a new day: overhear your peeps – through crying and sobs – talking about maybe “it’s time” and “you make the call” – NO WAY JOSE!!!!
I’m down, but I’m not out.
That discussion was early this morning. After I woke up with a bit labored breathing, ears back and general malaise.
Look at me now:
Yes, friends. Once I heard those “final” words, I perked my little ass up so fast you could call me a whirling dervish. And once I wagged my tail for Them, They picked me up and took me outside. It was then that I went into high gear and peed on all my favorite corners and ate treats – heck, I haven’t eaten in two whole days which is like two whole years.
Then, the other phone call was made: “Uh…Let’s cancel that appointment. He’s happy outside and is breathing better. We’re going to hold off on that for right now….”
Yes. I’m rallying. For how long, I don’t know. Two days? Two weeks? Maybe. I’m told it won’t be two months. But you know what, I’m eating green beans, rice and chicken broth and the peepstress FINALLY FIGURED OUT how to shove a pill down my throat.
It took cancer for Her to figure that out? Really peep? How will She ever get along without moi?
I’m taking a Chinese herbal pill called Yunnan Baiyo that’s supposed to help stop the bleeding. It’s no cure, but it’ll give us more time together.
And that’s what’s really important. Other than my comfort of course. Remember: my comfort has ALWAYS come first. Ah…what a life.
Now, here’s the really important stuff. Please know that your overwhelming love and POTP for me and my peeps means the world to Us. It’s helping Us get through this. We were shocked at the love.
You guys, you’re helping my peeps more than you know and I thank y’all for that so much.
Let me leave you with this little photo of moi from just a minute ago:
Yes. Dining al fresco. What could be better than a plate of green beans, rice and chicken broth. Just like I like it. And, yes, I WILL get used to this. No more weight worries for me. It’s all or nothing.
Hum…there’s a squirrel up in that tree. Maybe I’ll….naw. Maybe I won’t.
Remember this: Scotties are tough enough to rock a beard and a skirt.
Thank you again so very much.