Getting Better

Oh, what a weekend. Duncan is getting better every day although he still doesn't walk by himself. He can he just doesn't like to. We pretty much stayed home all weekend doing things around the house. We have to take Duncan over to his food and then to the box and to his water. We have a system of sorts. He meows or pets us with is paw when he wants to be moved. Once he's on the ground he can get around by himself, but he tires easily. I took him outside on saturday. He was very excited to sit in the grass and check out some stuff outside. He managed pretty well. But went inside quickly. Steps are easy for him. At least going up is.

Today he got his bandage off. Everything looks good the vet says. Duncan didn't cry once in the car like he normally does. I think he has completely acquiesced to his situation. I bought him a t-shirt that says Rock Star on it. It keeps him warm and hopefully keeps him from scratching his stitches. Poor guy. He used to hate wearing clothes, but again, he acquiesced. I'm hoping this week, he'll be more excited about walking around. I know he wants to explore. He just needs to get his energy back.

His scar is pretty gross. On one side he has lots of extra skin so he looks like he has a ruffle. He enjoyed being scratched where his bandage used to be. I'm still feeling guilty. I can only find 2 incidents of vaccinations so far, and probably only one of them in 1997 has a chance of being at that site. If not, we have no idea what caused the cancer. Which leads me to the question, can it come back? And it makes me think if it's not vaccine related, was it a controllable cancer? From all I read about liposarcoma, not just vaccine related cancers, the answer is no. Liposarcoma is aggressive and hard to control. But I will probably always wonder what would have happened if we had left it alone. You see, there are no correct answers in this game. Everyone loses. Of course, if Duncan gets another 2 years, then we all win. As long as he's OK having 2 years without a fourth leg.

At least he is very cuddly. I don't get the feeling that he no longer trusts us or feels resentment. I only get that he's very mad he can't walk around like he wants to. Yesterday was the first day I didn't cry in about 15 days or so. I think my eyes are starting to de-puff.

In spite of my ever-present guilt, I feel like this is all going to be OK.