As cancers go, at least it's one of the better ones.
"Beautiful wine, talking of scattered everythings"
(and thanks to Scrymarch)
I'll need to talk with the surgeon and oncologist at Angell to see what the realistic options are for a 13-year-old dog, but my first thoughts are some combination of options 2 and 3, namely, surgery to, what the vet called, "de-bulk" then waiting to see what happens in the next year or two. But that may not even happen for a while because it's not huge yet.
The fact sheet talks about "15 to 18" radiotherapy treatments. I don't know how often those would be, but if they're monthly, that's a year and a half. If they're daily, that would be manageable. But the thing is, the placement of the tumor is such that it would be almost impossible to cut out the whole thing. There's just not enough meat there. It's on the really bony part of the metatarsus.
So treatment options 2 and 3 look to be the most viable, depending on what, exactly, radiotherapy (option 1) is and whether the tumor can be removed.
But I won't know that until I get down to Angell. I'll be making that appointment tomorrow.
He's the best friend I've ever had. I hate to see this happen.--Heat, pressure, and time: the three things that make a diamond also make a waffle.
Power up your flaming yo-yos already! --StackyMcRacky
In the mean time, it doesn't seem to bother him at all. There's been no change in mood or appetite or anything. And now that it's cooled off, he's a peppy again. He did have trouble on all the stairs at Open Studios, though, but that's just because he's an old man.--Heat, pressure, and time: the three things that make a diamond also make a waffle.
As a last resort, that is. I have known some pretty happy, peppy 3-legged dogs.
I'm taking this all as good news, since it means Mr. Puppinator can, and will, get past this somehow.
"You can't really know something until you ruin it for everyone." -some guy who used to have an account here
I don't have anything helpful to say, but you and pup are in my thoughts. Best of luck to both of you.
Anyway, my ex rescued her post-surgery, nursed her through recovery, and since then she's been a happy, healthy, well-loved dog. More than ten years now - with only two legs, back left and front right, plus a stump back right. She gets around fine, the oddest hopping motion you've ever imagined, plus a spinning tail like a pusher prop for balance. Getting on in years now, closing in on 20; more than the average for a fully healthy dog, much less one with so much trauma.
So this is by no means the worst. Life will still be good.
There are several two-legged dogs out there. There are a couple of three-legged dogs in the neighborhood, one owned by woman who has a gimp arm. Interesting to see the two of them together.
My dog already has a propeller tail. It spins like mad when he's happy. Back and forth is only mildly happy, a full propeller spin means really happy (like, treats are nearby).--Heat, pressure, and time: the three things that make a diamond also make a waffle.