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| 3 Poise ultra-thin pads arranged around the tail-hole. (Her urethra is near her tail.) They absorb and hold the liquid while dog pads don't. For a male dog the arrangement would look different. |
Besides using Poise pads I have also had to make other adjustments to the garment. I had to move the velcro fasteners so I could make the waist area smaller. After a few days with this adjustment I have recognized that I need to make others. One I will have to make soon is to put the velcro lower on the pants, to pull the crotch area up more snugly. Thankfully I have a sewing machine so this is a simple fix. If you have no machine or basic hand-sewing skills you might have more difficulty making them fit properly. Proper fit ensures that the pee doesn't just escape past the pads and onto the furniture.
I have also decided to let more time elapse between photos of her tumor. When I take a photo every day it is impossible to detect changes. I am hoping this will make it easier to spot shrinkage or enlargement of the tumor. The fact that the tumor was an open wound at the beginning of treatment makes it difficult to do a good comparison, as well.
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| July 27, 2014 |
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| July 27, 2014 |
She seems to not be getting used to the Benadryl and/or prednisone. She is wobbly and spacey, when she is awake. It also seems like she is more paranoid and jumpy with these drugs. She flinches when we put our hands near her, which is not normal behavior for her. It looks like she is just so out of it she doesn't notice the hand coming until it touches/almost touches her and it startles her. Sometimes she just sits around with a seriously worried look on her face, jumping at every sound and movement. It makes me really sad to see her like this. When she was just being given cannabis she didn't have any of these issues.
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| Feeling super droopy with all these meds on board. Wearing her "panties" (as I have started calling them). |
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| She gets so dopey her mouth hangs open and her tongue pokes out. She is interested in what is going on, just too medicated to join into the action. |
I have been so hopeful that the cannabis would help shrink her tumor but it doesn't seem to be helping, so far. The lack of shrinkage in 3 weeks and the possible enlargement have really hit me hard. I was so confident that cannabis would cure her that I didn't get overly upset by the diagnosis. My confidence is beginning to wane. It struck me yesterday that we might not be able to help slow this down even, let alone reverse its course. She might be dying, right before my eyes. The fear and panic flooding me with that thought nearly brought me to my knees.
I know she can't live forever. I know that dogs' lifespans are much shorter than a human's. I know that she is going to leave me someday, even if we are able to defeat this evil fucking tumor. I am just not ready, and not like this. She has always been so healthy and she is only just starting to show signs of slowing down from age (not counting the current medicated state). I can't stand the thought that she is somehow suffering from this. I am just not ready, I still need her. I know I am just not ready.








































