I can’t believe it’s been a year. The blog posts dwindled (ok, became non-existent) because the truth is … we were out, busy, living Grover’s “best life”.
A year ago today we were blissfully unaware of what the future would hold. A year ago tomorrow we were still in denial when Grover came up toe-touching lame on his left forelimb during a walk around the block – I mean, we had just been hiking in the mountains a few days before, how bad could it be? A year ago the 5th we wondered if there would even be a tomorrow when we received the news.
Well, there was a tomorrow. There were 360 (and counting) tomorrows. We went to the pacific ocean, hiked the same mountains again on 3-legs just as we had on four. He was the dog-of-honor in my wedding. We moved half-way across the country to Iowa. We ate SO MANY cheese burgers, ice creams, steaks and more. We learned to love today and try to let go of worrying about tomorrow.
One year later it’s ironic because I found myself having similar conversations – staring at a different tumor this time in his intestinal tract – wondering what’s fair, what’s right, what should we do. But this time we feel grateful, instead of robbed and scared. Because no matter what, we stole back 360 days (and counting) from osteosarcoma. Latest imaging showed that he is still free of visible pulmonary metastases and his rib metastasis is still stable which is nothing short of a miracle.
Happy Hops to All –