This morning, I feel like we've gone back in time. It's Wednesday, January 25 again and Miss Heather is going in for a relatively benign visit with the V-E-T, however unbeknownst to her. She frolics around the condo after our morning walk, looking confused as to why we aren't sticking to the usual schedule in which she gets to devour her morning meal the minute we come back through the front door. She is happy, and rather playful. Yes, this is exactly like the morning just a few months ago when a routine dental turned into battle with the big "C."
On the other hand, I refuse to let it be Wednesday, January 25 again. That morning, I was completely blindsided with such news and was hit pretty hard by the revelation that Heather had what I now know was liposarcoma, a malignant form of localized cancer. I don't want any such news this morning and I'm fighting hard against the "what ifs" in order to maintain a "she's going to be fine" mentality. Previous experience at the V-E-T makes a positive mentality harder to achieve but, the most influencial point for me is the fact that my Scottie babies have fought their way out of every scary health situation so far. I need to believe that no matter the findings and diagnosis, my Heather has what it takes to fight and live her best life yet again.
I'm not as scared as I first was of Cushing's, thanks to the support from our fellow Scottie Moms and Dads. The most difficult part for me is knowing the test may not show Cushing's and what it might be instead. Simply put, I've heard from many a Scottie Mom and Dad that our beloved Scotties are gone too soon and I'm not ready to say goodbye to either of mine just yet. Not that I'm expecting such a dramatic diagnosis but, as any Scottie Mom or Dad knows, the "unknown" can really get to you and these are the kinds of thoughts that can consume you...if you let them. And, since my goal is to whole-heartedly believe everything will be fine and we're going to get through this, I won't let it. This morning, I fast alongside Heather as a token of my belief in her. Mr. K is, too. We're a family and we're in this fight together. Keep us in your thoughts, fellow Scottie Moms and Dads. We'll be back with an update as soon as we know more.