... That is...Hubby's newest diagnosis from his needle biopsy of his left adrenal gland cancer...
So many ways to treat from radiation to chemo to surgery to remove it or combos of all three!
Still waiting on the urologist about his test/biopsy to do the bladder that showed up on Hubby's most recent CT with a growth on his bladder.
So much to think about and it can be so overwhelming!
As we grow older and become more mature in handling the horror stories that life presents, we read and learn, speak with those who confront these challenges daily, and discover various ways to manage what initially seems intolerable. Eventually, we come to understand that these situations can be handled extraordinarily well!
Ranting and raving only helps so far...NAH, just kidding neither helps at all, neither does any pity parties!
Too many have worse or the same thing without choices as we do!
I do hope that anyone with any kind of difficult decisions to make in life and death situations gets the right help to decide accordingly to make sure they get the right outcome.
We had turkey breast, the buy one get one free one from the Thanksgiving turkey yesterday, delish for our holiday dinner with sweet potatoes and bean casserole and stuffing and gravy! Dessert was pound cake with ice cream on top and whipped cream atop that! I lost another pound but I ate everything again, and all night long... after breakfast again I ate the turkey meal... my hunger is constant.
That's all for today!
Allow me to introduce you to the crew...
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name—ha! And without hesitation, the teenager said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never discovered the girl's name; Mom liked Aussie, too. Since then, we have found that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now seven years old, I am the baby,.I am the largest of fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right,
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
My previous family turned me in, stating that I misbehaved with their elderly dog. It had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, clearing out the shelters' day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella. I was beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 13-ish years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days when I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there.
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen
days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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