With the MBC diagnosis, my oncologist and I discussed how it might impact not only my life but Dennis’.
It’s a lot to comprehend. And now, 9 months into the condition, I understand the toll on everything – work, social life, work out schedules, travel – everything.
And the focus on the cancer beat down. It’s visible every day. I get scans so often that I should have my own machines at CMC Radiology!
But that’s OK! Whatever keeps them monster at bay!
And that is the attitude I have to have about this. As does Dennis.
It’s taking it toll on us both.
We both are anxious and angry at times. We both wish we were in a different situation.
I feel bad that he has to endure this because of me.
He just wants treatments to work and for us to enjoy life.
The trick is to enjoy life despite it.
One thing for sure is that you spend lots of your time focused on the disease.
My oncologist shared this thought and then another: ‘you two need a distraction.’
We began to embrace the idea of getting a puppy.
When we were in pre-op for my biopsy, I just blurted it out ‘I think we should get a puppy.’
Post-biopsy we did lots of research – looking at different breeds and all the details about obtaining and owning one. We took a ride ‘to just look’ at some Morkie puppies.
Mistake: thinking we could JUST LOOK at puppies.
Reality: we came home with one.
By the time we’re ½ way home, his name was Ozzy and we had already stopped at Walmart and loaded up on a puppy bed and lots of the other items that pups need. We also stopped at Petsmart since – of course – Ozzy would need food that Walmart didn’t carry! LOL
Within 4 hours we were complete puppy owners. Well – not completely. We just got the ‘wet kisses are the best’ car magnet the other week.
What a great distraction. I can take care of Ozzy while everyone takes care of me.
Dennis has a little buddy to play with and pick on – and to distract him from my troubles.
This did bring some initial nighttime interruptions, but the wet kisses and ‘where have you been’ look are worth whatever the nighttime brings!
Ozzy immediately became our ‘child’ – complete with wardrobe – and is the definition of spoiled. He travels with us and sometimes eats out with us.
We examine foods and toys like engineers examining bridges and worry about everything he tries to eat.
Fanatical. Crazy. Some say ridiculous. But – yes – a great distraction from the tiring schedule MBC forces on us.