I had a lot of people write to me about Matilda after I wrote my last post regarding her serious health crisis. Here’s the UPDATE:
No lymphoma. YES! She has been diagnosed with Addison’s Disease though, an adrenal gland malfunction. Last week she had what they call an Addisonian Episode. Prognosis is much, much better (not fatal) and I will begin to exhale easier when she starts eating on her own. Have you ever wrestled a dog that weighs more than a super model and stuffed pills wrapped in treats down her throat and then tried to wash it down with liquid so she would swallow them? Suffice it to say, “Mom” with food means pills and wrestling. “Dad” with food means happy treats. Isn’t that how it always goes? Good cop…bad cop.
If we can get this under control with medication, we may have our girl for a few more years. I am incredibly relieved. We will know more about her condition as we monitor her in the days to come, but for now, I am beyond happy to have her gigantic Schmooeyness back in the house.
Thanks to all who sent good wishes. She would lick your face if you were here. Pretend she just did. Now go wash your face.
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