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18 October 2007

Daisy is Looking Good!!


Let me take this opportunity to thank all of you who have been following the saga of Daisy and her belly. I am happy to report that, as of now, she has a clean bill of health from the vet and the surgeon. Last week was the first time Daisy had her e-collar off in two months, and needless to say, she's a very happy, energetic dog these days. She is also enjoying the unseasonably warm Fall weather we're having. She is sitting outside sunning herself in our side yard as I write this. The picture above was taken on our morning walk today. Ryan and I feel so grateful to have our dog back!!

When last we left you, the surgeon had sent Daisy's necrotic tissue out for biopsy. She had found no evidence of a hernia repair and had gone ahead and reconstructed Daisy's left abdominal wall after removing Daisy's mammory, fatty pad, and some necrotic muscle and skin on her lower left side. A couple of days later, the biopsy came back and showed minute amounts of extremely quick dissolving suture material. Therefore, it does look like the vet in Illinois did indeed perform a hernia surgery - and apparently did a nice job on the internal repair, because no scar tissue formed. What caused all of Daisy's troubles was the quick-dissolve sutures used in the initial hernia surgery, which are highly reactive. The quick-dissolve sutures are rather new and not widely used, and they can cause extreme allergic reactions in dogs - which is exactly what happened with Daisy. By the time we saw outward manifestations of her infection, it had spread from the site of her hernia repair all the way to the incision in the middle of the belly, and eventually ruined everything in its path. Thank God we had the repair surgery when we did, because the infection would have continued to spread and ruin all tissue in its path.

Obviously Daisy's surgery was quite extensive, and she was in a mountain of pain, which was incredibly difficult to deal with. Just touching her sent her into screams of pain. She had to be lifted in and out of the car, up and down stairs, etc. and for a couple of days it took Ryan and I about 30 minutes just to gear ourselves and Daisy up to handle any moving of her. Then we'd endure her screaming before, during and after handling her and she'd endure what I can only imagine was unbelievable pain, because she has a very high pain tolerance. Amazingly, within two days she was feeling much better and we took her off her pain meds - the vet thought she'd be a wreck for at least 3 or more days, but as I said, Daisy's tough. Ryan and I spent the week taking shifts with Daisy as she was not supposed to be left alone. Each of us called in sick to work at least once, but we were able to work it all out. We took Daisy to the vet this past week for a post-op follow-up. The only area of any concern at all is a strange lump Daisy has on her left side at the site of the second surgery. The surgeon is fairly certain that it is just a large lump of scar tissue since Daisy had such a radical surgery, but you can never be totally sure, so we are to watch it and make sure it doesn't swell or change. We've been watching it for about a week now, and if anything it's gotten smaller and it doesn't bother Daisy a bit when you squeeze it, so we think it probably is just some really ugly scar tissue. Plus, Daisy doesn't have the fat pad on that side to kind of disguise it - it just sticks right up under her skin. The surgeon said it will probably be about a year before the scar tissue settles. So Daisy has a wicked long scar down the middle of her belly and a big lump on her left side, but otherwise, she is perfect. Her activity level has returned to almost puppy proportions, she's eating well, playing with other dogs, interested in socializing with people again and just back to her old self. Hallelujah!

Again, I want to thank everyone for their thoughts, prayers and words of encouragement. I know that all that positive energy had a positive effect on Daisy. I'm sure she would give you a big old tail waggle of agreement. Thanks again, all!!

24 August 2007

The Vacation is Burning! (Daisy Has a Hernia)



August 3, 2007. Ryan and I slept in till late morning. Nice. Daisy had an appointment with the vet that afternoon. We had noticed a little lump in her bottom left mammary back in Dec. We took her to the vet in Astoria who told us it was probably just a fatty cyst and if it got any bigger, we should have it biopsied. I hadn't really liked the Astoria vet's casual attitude about it, so we decided to take Daisy to my mom's vet. Ry and I were going to visit Eddie that day, so mom volunteered to take Daisy to her appointment. Ry and I set off for Bloomington, IL and the Illinois Shakespeare Festival to see Eddie around 11:30am.

It's always weird to see an ex. I haven't seen most of mine since we broke up, but Eddie and I have made an effort to keep in touch. Over two years had passed since we'd seen each other. A couple of months ago, Eddie asked me to come see him at the Festival. He wanted to hang out with Ryan as well, which was cool of him, but also made the visit seem a little surreal. We got to Bloomington (my birthplace incidentally) around 1pm and decided to go to lunch. Ryan and I ordered a duck breast salad. Obviously we've lived in cities too long. We were both stunned when the salad came with deep-fried lumps of duck meat on top. Eddie had sort of warned us that we were brave when we'd ordered it...

Anyhoo, things were going along just fine when Ryan's cellphone rang. He excused himself from the table and came back looking a little, well, stressed. Apparently he'd gotten a call from my mom who very gaily (?) informed him that "Daisy has a hernia and needs surgery!" We finished lunch and got a cup of coffee with Eddie, but then we split in an effort to get to the vet before they closed to plan Daisy's hernia surgery. We had to cut our visit short, but I think Eddie and I might have been a little relieved, though. The first time you see an ex after a long time is a little strange. Hopefully next time will be more comfortable and without an emergency intervening...

Ryan and I booked it back to Sandwich, but missed the vet. On the upside, we thought we'd at least get another relaxing night on the barca-loungers, but my brother, called and wanted the two of us to join him and his girlfriend Wendy for dinner and bowling. Up until last year, my brother was the guy who was going to live in my parent's basement until he was 30 and never have a real job. Now he's out of the basement, owns a condo is Naperville, owns a Mercedes and he's still under 30. He lives with his super fashionable and hot girlfriend Wendy and their two dogs, Baby and Mocha, and is the No. 1 salesperson for Bebe in the country. Yes, that Bebe. And no, he's not gay. So, we headed to Naperville, and had a bitchin' good time with Jonathan and Wendy. I was kind of surprised when Jonathan wanted to go bowling, because he's not really the let's-play-a-game-that-requires-us-to-rent-shoes type. He's more of a Gucci loafers guy. The bowling alley was one of these new bowling alley/hipster lounges called Lucky Strike. They got 'em all over, I guess. We has such a good time, we were kind of surprised when they turned the ugly lights up and kicked us all out at 2am. We bowled until closing time. Good times!

The next day, we met with the vet who suggested Daisy get the surgery pretty quickly, as her hernia was pretty well ripped. We were supposed to drive up to MI on Monday, August 6, pick our friend Shelly up from the airport, and then head up to Ryan's cabin in the UP, but the vet could only fit the surgery in on the 8th or 10th. Either way, we'd have to drive all the way up to the UP only to turn around a few days later and leave our friends alone at the cabin. We called everyone to tell them, and pretty soon, they were all backing out. The guys didn't want to drive all the way from Boston for just 3 days of vacation, and Shelly was going to cancel her flight... Our vacation was turning into a disaster. Once again, Ma came to the rescue. She stepped in and volunteered to take Daisy in for the surgery on Friday and we would come home on Saturday when Daisy got back from the hospital - saving our vacation and giving Daisy a safe place to rest up for her surgery. I actually think Mom was pretty psyched about getting a week with her Granddog. She really needs a dog of her own. Or a grandkid. Or both.

We spent Saturday laying around recovering from our bowling night. Jonathan and Wendy brought Mocha! and Baby over to the parentals that night and we all got some pizza and watched a movie while all four dogs ran around like crazy. Then, Sunday night my parents took all of us out for Ryan's birthday dinner. We had a really nice meal and my dad was only slightly embarrassing. I had to keep reminding him to use his "inside voice." My dad enjoys making really bad jokes and then laughing heartily at them himself. It's pretty funny, actually, for all the wrong reasons. It was a really nice dinner, and I have to say, I'm really enjoying my family these days. It wasn't always easy growing up, but everyone seems to be in a pretty good place these days, for which I am very thankful. So, after a bit of a set back, we were ready to set sail on Monday morning for MI. Problems behind us... Right?