Re: Oncologist
I've been working the past few days and unable to post, but have been thinking about you and Jeddie and glad to see the appointment has moved to sooner!!!
I have no idea if this is relevant for the type of cancer Jeddie has. I told you about my big dog with Chondrosarcoma that was treated with surgery. Well....we had another rescue that had Lymphoma (her name was Dak). Lymphoma in dogs is always terminal, so the treatments are geared towards extending quality of life vs. cure.
After diagnosis, we too went to see an oncologist, and they told us that the best outcomes were with IV chemotherapy and if we moved forward, we could expect a mean survival of 9-12 months For this type of cancer, it would involve going to the center 3x/week for 4-6 weeks. They would sedate her each visit and infuse the chemo drug over 2-3 hours. They reassured us that animals don't really react like humans do to chemo, meaning no hair loss, no nausea and vomiting, and no fatigue. This was really important to us because we didn't want to affect her quality of life in the short time we had left.
But we had some different concerns at play. Dak got car sick every time she rode in the car. The oncology office was an hour away, which meant she'd be sick for 2x/day for 3 days/week for 4-6weeks. Also, when we rescued her, it was because she was left locked in a kennel in an apartment that was abandoned by the owners. She was in pretty rough shape and needless to say, scared of cages and also of being alone. The thought of leaving her alone at the clinic, where they have to use kennels for safety reasons, was just too much.
So....we looked for other options and talked to the oncologist about what that could mean. In the end, we chose an oral chemo drug that was dosed 1x/month. We were told that the mean survival of the oral vs. the IV for Lymphoma was 4-6 months. After considering everything, we decided that with Lymphoma being a terminal cancer, it was more important to ensure that the quality of life left was more important than the quantity of life left. Dak died 6 months later at our home without spending one day feeling sick, alone or afraid.
My thoughts are with you this week.