Catching Up

I've given the lie to the title of my blog - I've been wallowing in apathy for six weeks now.

At the end of November my beloved dog Polly started having some problems. She suddenly began drinking around 2 cups of water every half hour, and urinating in the house, which she had never done before. (My husband got angry, but I told him if he was drinking 2 gallons of water a day he'd pee in the house too). We took her to the vet on December 1st. He couldn't find anything overtly wrong with her except for an elevated calcium reading in her blood chemistry. He told us that, in his experience, elevated calcium in the blood in larger-breed dogs is evidence of some type of cancer.

Of course, I didn't want to hear that.

What followed was a frantic, heartbreaking struggle to prove him wrong.

We took her home, but had to bring her back two days later because she stopped eating. They kept her on an I.V. for a week, and she finally started feeling better, so we brought her home again.

Everything seemed fine, except she slept more, and she started having difficulty getting up on my bed at bedtime, for the first time in her life. I still refused to see what was right in front of me.

I'm sorry, I thought I was ready to write about this, to get it out, but I'm not. I can't. I won't.