As many of you know, Rebel has hemangiosarcoma--a fast spreading and devastating cancer in his spleen. We are celebrating every day we get with him, but today marks day 189 since diagnosis. He was given 8-88 days to live and he has beaten the odds and made it 101 days past their initial estimates.
He is a little skinny and not as active, but he is in no pain and is still his snugly, booty wagging, bulldog self. We have had to make some pretty tough decisions, and we can only move forward knowing we made those choices out of love for our baby boy. From the start, my goal has been quality of life over quantity of life. We just stopped all medication last week because it was a 30 minute battle three times a day combined with no appetite and diarrhea. His appetitie has improved, we aren't forcing 20 pills down his throat, and he has normal poop now. Again, we might lose some time but the time we have will be better.
Maybe he will make it to his 11th Christmas this year (he does love his stocking) and maybe not. Either way, I am thankful for all the joy he has brought to my life and the bonus days he has given me defeating the odds. Only a bully is stubborn enough to show up the oncologists!