KICKING THE "C" WORDS BUTT

It was Friday November 21st when we found out that Bubba had osteosarcoma. About a month earlier, I noticed he was limping on his left front leg. The dogs had been digging in the yard so I figured he had stepped into a hole and injured himself. Two weeks later he was still limping and there was a lump on the side of his hock so I took him to the vet. Our regular vet wasn’t in that day so we saw the other who took x rays and said it looked maybe he had fractured it and that it was already healing. He sent us home and said to come back in 3 weeks. Another two weeks passed and he definitely was not getting better.. Instead getting worse. I want about to wait another week.. My poor boy was hurting! Our regular vet was there and just by looking at the first set of x rays that it was cancer. My mind was blown! How can a 10 month old pup have cancer. I was devastated. I drove home bawling my eyes out. That first day I was useless.. My head was in a fog and I was not thinking straight. The doc had said that the recommendation was amputation and chemo.  This terrified me because we are a far cry from being rich… I am waiting to get my first disability check since an unfortunate event two years ago left me with a brain injury.. And that left my husband with a lot of weight on his shoulders.

A few days have passed now.. I am calm-doing research and exploring some options and taking Bubba to another very tomorrow for a second opinion and possibly a different form of treatment. I am really praying for the alternative, but we will do what we can to save our boys’ life