The Big C (or M in this Case)
As we expected, Finny's cancer returned in his lungs. He has a ten by eight centimeter solid mass in his dorsal lung. Well, maybe not dorsal, it's up high just below his spine. The good thing is that it's not pressing on his heart or esophagus. He came home with us last night with two different types of medication, prednisone, and an injectable medication that apparently makes him really happy and healthy. Our plan is to keep him comfortable. The veterinarian is calling an oncologist to determine if there is an type of palliative care we can do to keep him comfortable. She is optimistic that we can keep him comfortable for perhaps six months, maybe more. I would love to get six more months but only if he feels good, is happy, and his quality of life is great. Putting him through treatments or agressive therapy is not in the cards. The only option at this point is to do what is best for Finny.
Oddly, I'm not hysterical or depressed. Obviously, it is sad; however, he will be eight years old next week and lasted two years from his diagnosis. That is more than we could have asked. We love him very much and for the next months, he will be fed gourmet homemade treats, and given more love than he can handle