Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Into the Countdown - Wilbur
I discussed Wilbur at length with the vet and scheduled the appointment in Nantwich for 10.10am.
Very nervous not just about the MRI but driving to an unknown place and on my own.
8.50 came and my lovely friend J arrived, telling me she was going to drive me there. My ace neighbour F took Harry to school for me and the star C turned Cola out - such a network of brilliant friends supporting me when I most needed it.
We got to Nantwich in good time despite the fog in Rossett although our first port of call was to an Ostepaths clinic. After considering the place for a few minutes we realised that we were definately in the wrong place only to find the vetinary hospital staring us in the face over the road.
Mr Mayo gave Wilbur a sedative which contained morphene. The morphene made him a little sick but once the meds worked he relaxed for the first time in weeks.
Mr Mayo took him away and promised to telephone me when the op was over.
Worst case scenario - cancer. If that is the diagnosis then there will be no treatment for my little boy.
However, Mr Mayo was certain that this wasn't cancer, that it was a genetic auto immune disease which caused inflammation. He had seen one other dog with this condition and although he didnt appear to respond to treatment initially, suddenly, he was better and has never looked back.
So now, Wilbur is staying in the hospital overnight so that they can monitor him. Hopefully I will collect him tomorrow and bring him home with some stronger pain killers.
The results of the biopsy come through on Friday and then his steroid treatment can begin.
I really thought that after today, Wilburs pain would be over and he could start his healing process.
I just have no luck with dogs at all.......
Morgan was aged 4 and had to be put to sleep because of a neurological condition.
Poppy although not my dog, she was like my god-daughter dog died age almost 5 in my arms having been run over by a tractor.
Why me though?