How do you tell your dog he has cancer?
My cell phone rings ten minutes before I am about to leave work. The vet doesn't waste time with much small talk before saying they received the results from Leo's biopsy. The results came back as a type of cancer. Soft tissue sarcoma. High grade. Basically, this is not a good cancer. (I hadn't realized there was a good cancer). She gave me the name of an oncologist in Scarborough and suggested I make an appointment to have a consultation to discuss the options. If I choose radiation, I'll have to go to Massachusetts as there are no places in Maine for dogs to receive radiation treatment. At this point my verbal skills have reverted to those of a 4-year-old, with lots of mhmm's, yeah's and okay's. I hang up the phone and put my head on my desk for a few moments to allow for a few tears to come. I am thankful there was no one else in the office this afternoon. I'm not ready to talk to people about this. I don't want to talk about it. I want it to ...