Tika comes home

We brought girlie home.  We about had to tackle her as she started bouncing out of the lobby.  It was as if she was saying, let’s get out of here, they’ll steal your leg!  The post-op instructions were pretty clear, rest, pain meds, hopefully she’ll eat and do her bodily functions.

Now the fun part, the dog that isn’t really into riding in the car now has to endure a 40 minute ride on three legs.  I stayed in the back with her and tried to get her to stay still as much as possible.  Hah, that was the longest trip in my life. She did pretty good.  We got her out of the car, she thinks the scarf I’m using as a sling is completely retarded, what is THAT for?  Right off the bat she peed….ALOT. WhooHoo, I don’t Tim and I have been so excited about dog pee in our lives!  We got even more excited when she did #2 later on.

Caya, decided to take her duties as head nurse very seriously and was very good. Of course, she’s trying to figure out what exactly is going on.

We made a pen for Tika so she could be with us and we didn’t have to worry about her moving too much right off the bat and Caya couldn’t accidently hurt her.  She quickly got used to her room and when we’d go out she’d immediately walk back in it.   She’s happy to be home, that’s for sure.

I spent the night by her, she had to wear her e-collar and didn’t really like it.

Look! I'm a flower!

The visit

The folks at VSEC call with an update and tell me I can come see Tika that afternoon, possibly even bring her home that evening.

I went to see Tika at VSEC.  She was still pretty loopy, but recognized me.  My first reaction was how good the surgery site looked. She had the big Elizabethan collar on her head that she wasn’t too thrilled about.  Since I was in the back, I could only visit with her about 15 minutes. So I talked to her and pet her and told her that she’d be home soon.  At one time, one of the nurses let out a 'ahhhh', I didn't realize it but, I had my head in the e-collar and Tika and I had our foreheads against each other, it's our little love touch.

She would paw at me for more pets and love.  The doctor stopped by and I had him explain more about the surgery.  Some of the muscle, etc was saved to give her more of a ‘butt’ to sit on.

They said they’d call to let us know whether she could go home tomorrow or tonight.

When they finally called, Tim and I had decided to give her one more day at the hospital to sober up a bit.  I also realized that we needed to do some work around the house to make it more tri-pawd friendly.  By now, I feel completely different than I did about 36 hours ago. Not like hyper happy, but not throw myself off a cliff either.  

My friend Sabrina met me for an early dinner and some 'human' time, I am really grateful to her, I'm sure I was just a joy to be around.  But it was much needed.

Here's a pic of stoner dog.  She's in a galaxy far far away. 

Here's her surgical site, just in case anybody was like me and wants to prepare for what is going to happen.

The day of surgery

The big day, we got up early to get her to the surgeon by 7:30am. I tried desperately to be strong, but I felt like I was going to lose it. Fortunately, Tika just thinks vets are the neatest places so she stood there ‘talking’ to everybody she could. Finally, they came to get her. As she looked over her shoulder one last time before trotting to the back, I knew I could not hold back the flood gates any longer, I told Tim to get me out of there and I got to the truck and just succumbed to hysterics. I was hyperventalating and felt like I was going to vomit. I wanted to run in there so bad and grab her and just go as far as I could.

After I got calmed down, I just felt numb, I kept trying to go through this as logically as I could. I’m saving her life, I’m allowing her a chance without pain.

After a completely NON-productive day, I finally get the call that Tika made it through surgery okay and she was alert and responsive. Big sigh. I made plans to see her tomorrow, however, how am I going to react when I see her. I spend the night crying and searching for pics on the web of post amputation surgery. (Does this sound sick?)

I should mention that I have found the most awesome web community www.tripawds.com I spend the night reading everybody's story.

Finally, exhaustion kicks in, and I crash.

The night before

We visited the surgeon today who met Tika and reviewed her X-rays. We found out the further nasty news that it appears she may have hip dysplasia. He isn’t concerned that it will affect her mobility, but we’ll need to start adding glucosamine and Omega-3 to her diet.

He walked us through the procedure and what to expect. Her leg will be removed at the hip joint so she doesn’t have to deal with the pain or potential difficulties of an amputated femur.  We discussed her pain management during and after the surgery.

That night I was a complete basket case, I couldn’t stay still and kept pacing around the house.  There must be some mistake.  This can’t be happening. Why my Tika?  I don’t want her to lose her leg!

Tim poured me a glass of wine and the girls did their best to entertain me.  Tika won with the face below.  What is THAT all about? And yes, we will on occasion put stupid articles of clothing on our animals.....shut up.

First diagnosis in

We found this week that Chondrosarcoma was confirmed. We quickly made an appointment with VSEC in Overland Park.  I was really bouncing off the walls because I had a business trip in Grand Rapids, MI and couldn’t be there for the initial meetings. 

Tim was bouncing off the walls, because if it’s just chondrosarcoma the amputation will take care of all of the cancer and Tika will live a long life.

Later that week, Tim’s buoyant mood took a nosedive after talking to the oncologist. Evidently 50% of the time when Chondrosarcoma is present in the bone so is osteosarcoma.  So, they will do an intensive biopsy when the leg comes off and find out then.  The amputation is scheduled for Tuesday, December 9^th.

Thanksgiving Day

Needless to say, it's been a bummer day.  We continue to research our options, only for me to break down over and over again.

Tim is starting a list of questions.  (Our vet must hate us at times).  Although we don't have confirmation, we are preparing ourselves for having to amputate my baby's leg.  Just the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach.

Tika on the other hand has decided to take matters into her own paws. She started her trick of chasing her tail and catching her back leg until she flipped herself over and landed on the bad leg.

"Oh baby, be careful."

She later proceeded in her favorite hobby of tormenting her sister.  

She's happy, that's good, right?

The day the earth stood still

After limping for a couple of weeks and not showing any improvement, we decided to take Tika into the vet to have her rear leg checked.

Thankfully, Tika is really good with the vet, she just loves the attention.  She seemed confused on why I was going to the back with her (we also board the dogs at the vet). But seemed cool with it.

I got her to lay down and she dozed off waiting for the vet.  After the usual, what do you feed her, what has she been doing, blah, blah, blah, he began examining her.  When he got to the offensive leg, Tika shot up and took notice.  Since she isn't a reactive dog, the vet said, we got something going on here.

He wants to keep her, we started talking about the possibility of an ACL tear.  Since Tika is so strong, he wants to sedate her do some manipulation and take X-rays.  They would keep her for the afternoon and then we'd touch base later with what he found out.

Ring. Ring.  I start crying everytime I think of this phone call.  I will never forget it. (Even though at the time it seems it was a blur)

The vet himself was on the phone, and it's funny because he probably has one of the kindest, smoothest voices I have ever heard.  But this time, I could pick up on the tension.  He dropped the bomb on me, the X-ray is showing an alarming loss of bone mass on my rear leg.  

Me: "And that means?"

vet: "Either a rare bacterial infection of the joint.......or bone cancer."

Me: "WHAT?"

Vet:  "Bone cancer, it's not something I would expect to see in a dog that's only 4 1/2 years old.  I want to do a biopsy to figure it out."

Me:  (feeling hyperventilation coming on and seeing spots) "Wh-wh-what i--i-if it is b-b-bone c-c-c-cancer?"

Vet: (sighing) " The most common treatment is to amputate the leg and then decide on whether radiation or chemotherapy is needed.  Kim, the average life span of a bone cancer dog is 1 year after diagnosis."

I honestly don't remember much of the conversation after that.  I couldn't breathe, I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. It had to be a mistake.  SHE'S TOO YOUNG.

When I finally got my breath back it came out in a looooong wail.  I just curled up on the floor sobbing hysterically.  Caya came tearing into the room and just knowing like those damn shepherd know, laid down by me and let me cry into her soft fur, while she just gave me kisses.

I don't remember how long I laid there with Caya, but it dawned on me that the vet actually said, he HAD done the biopsy, and Tika WAS ready to go home.  So I got myself together to go pick her up.

Oh, god, I have to tell Tim.

While driving--yeah, smart move--it's always good to be on the cell phone delivering bad news and driving at the same time, this just shows you what a basket case I was.  I gave Tim the news.  Although Mr Stoic handled it a lot better than I did, he was reeling. Then he went into his 5,000 questions mode.  I lost it on him:  I DON'T KNOW.  I DON'T KNOW!

I picked up Tika, the vet staff was in tears, so the thin string I was holding onto snapped again.

My baby came limping out all groggy, like, this trip wasn't fun at all mommy, I wanna go home.

The Thanksgiving holiday is coming up so it could be almost a week before we hear about the biopsy results.  You can send your sympanthies to my husband now.

That night was not a good night in our household.  Caya just laid there watching back and forth to Tika, me and dad.  Tika was resting on the bed of comforters I made for her.  Tim is sitting with his laptop in his lap combing the internet for everything he can find on osteosarcoma and other bone cancers.  I think he stayed up and read the entire internet on the subject that night.

Me---well, the emotional train hit me hard and I crashed.  Didn't get a good night's sleep a'tall.

(20/20 note:  If I had it all to do over again, I WOULDN'T have done the biopsy, I would have the Xrays sent to an surgeon or oncologist.)