I hate lung mets. I hate that we all know about lung mets. And I hate that lung mets send us into a panic. I found that the appeanrce of lung mets was even more devastating than the initial diagnosis of Sam’s osteosarcoma. While JB and I were overwhelmed at the initial diagnosis, we were devastated by the mets. I think it may be because when we first learn of the osteosarcoma we don’t even know what to do or think. We don’t know what it is and we don’t know about an entire community of dogs that have the same thing! We’re not smart on the subject and we’re able to balance our fears of amputation and the unknown with trying to learn more and be smart. And then we start our journey as a tripaw. By the time mets come around, we’re REALLY smart on the whole cancer thing. We’ve researched procedures, protocols, diets, supplements, gear – you name it – and we know all about cancer in our pups. We know the known and we know the unknown. And we especially know all about scary lung mets.
So when lung mets appear, boy does it punch you in the gut. It seems really unfair. Our prescious friends have been braver than we could ever have imagined. They remain stoic through amputation and rounds of chemo. Even when they are in pain, adapting to life on 3-legs and just don’t feel good, they are the coolest and most heroic creatures. We admire them. We’ve found oursleves on a journey we never wanted to be on and wouldn’t wish on anyone, but yet feel a little bit of joy in the special spirt we are able to witness. And during the up times, may even consider ourselves lucky. We all learn life lessons from these amazing dogs.
I thought I would be ok when Sam’s mets appeared. What I wasn’t ready for was to look at his x-rays side by side – one from six weeks prior and one from that day. I gasped and the only think I could think of was that he looked like a cheetah. His lungs were so spotted with mets it just didn’t make any sense that he had no symptoms yet was so sick. What JB and I realized – and I will confess, it took us about 48 hours to get out of the funk – was that Sam didn’t think he was sick. The x-rays told us differently, but our heroic boy still wanted to live. And after all he and been through, who were we to act as if this news put an end to that? He will let us know when he’s had enough.
While we understand there are no givens on the time we have left, with our oncologist, we figured Sam had about 8 weeks. The aggressiveness of the mets would just be too much. We put him on metronomics to see if it would slow things downs. And we started living day to day. We thought we had been doing that since his osteo diagnosis, but let me tell you, when you really feel the tunnel closing in, it takes on a new meaning. The ear rubs get even longer, the hugs even more frequent, the time sitting on the floor just playing even more enjoyable then you ever imagined. Sitting next to each other is the best feeling in the entire world and you are consumed with wanting to spend time together. I’ve discovered how much time in my life has been wasted wishing for the days to pass quickly – so the work day was over, so it could be the weekend, so it was vacation etc. – and for the first time in my life, I want the days to slow down. But the days have been good…real good.
Sam’s appointment last week showed the mets had slowed. He still has lots of them – 25+ at this point – but not multiplying at the prior pace. The 8 weeks is off the table – he’s back to being an unknown. He’s still fighting, showing no symptoms and loving his time with us. Sam gained 3 pounds when we weighed him at his last visit (he’s now at 106 lbs.) I got the biggest smile when our oncologist said, “well, sick dogs don’t gain weight”. That’s right – Sammy still doesn’t know he’s sick.
We are realistic – we do know he could start showing symptoms any day. I can’t worry about when that will be or I’ll miss out on today. I know that day is not today at this point so I’m going to love him like crazy.
That’s what I think about lung mets.