Flugertown, no bears, 500 miles

Previous Flugertown Rd. trip, same site, same coolers, same dog.

Septembro! Time for another Flugertown road experience. Of course, these damn treatments are really inconvenient, and this one was scheduled for Saturday. The camping trip was Friday-Sunday.  I had 2 options - either go for just one day (and miss at least one person - and would have missed 2, had I only gone up on Saturday) or go up for both and drive back for treatment. We all know what I did.

He can do it!

So on Wednesday we had treatment #2. It was not looking good for the home team - Leo had no energy, the poops, and still had a swollen shoulder node. But this weekend - well, Sunday - was just glorious. And I mean glorious - 70, sunny, light breeze. On Saturday, Leo had been, well, pretty darn good! He had energy - it was coming back - and was eating like a champ. His stomach issues seemed to have abated a bit (granted, he was eating chicken and rice and pumpkin), and I need to go on a Geology field trip. So, off we go!

Stop 1 - basalt! There's a parking lot behind me.

Re-evaluating what's really important

This has been an incredibly difficult 2 weeks.  There was the lump, then the confirmation, then the treatment, and now it's the aftermath.  Leo is soldiering through, but the first shot of Vincristine took a huge toll on him (white feet, after all).

Back to the familiar settings

So, we went back to VERG on Wednesday. First, traffic was horrendous. Second, what were we doing there? We have an 11-year old dog whose been in remission for 2 1/2 years. What do we do? What are the options?

It's back

The cytology came back on Saturday.  His rear swollen lymph node is, indeed, lymphoma.

It's back.  After 2 years 5 1/2 months, and nearly 2 years after the first round of chemo ended, it's back.

Cancer just keeps coming.  It keeps coming and keeps attacking and it always wins.  It always fucking wins.