So here I am, plugging along, focused on working out and being healthy. And I’m actually succeeding; since April I’ve lost a good bit of weight and have increased my cardiac stamina and have started feeling pretty good about myself. But, wouldn’t you know that when one area of my life starts going well, another part falls to shit?
One day a couple of weeks ago, I notice that my baby, Mister Bubby wasn’t going down the deck stairs or bearing much weight on one of his back legs. I was unconcerned at first; I thought perhaps he’d taken a little tumble while scrambling down the stairs, which would make sense for him to have developed a fear of those stairs. But more time went on and I realized there was something definitely wrong; his whole gait changed: instead of the cute little butt-wiggling walk that he normally had, he was almost swinging his left leg out to the side in order to propel himself forward. So, I finally called Mister Bubby’s doctor yesterday and was able to get him in first thing in the morning.
After a little exam, our good doctor looked at me and said that he felt a large lump directly above my baby’s knee. Said that it “felt funny” and wasn’t quite sure what it could be, so in order to be thorough, the best thing to do would be to get an x-ray. In order to get the proper angles that he needed, I had to leave Mister Bubby at the doctor’s office in order to receive a mild narcotic so the leg could be manipulated. Dr. B promptly gathered up Bubby while we spoke at length about how much time he’d need to complete the task. Before leaving, I looked at my son who looked at me wide-eyed as if to say, “What the hell!? Ma!?” but was a good boy as I told him I’d be back and gave him a scrub on the head.
A couple of hours later, I made a phone call to check on my Mister and see if I could pick him up. It was then that I received the most upsetting news that I could possibly have gotten. The doctor believes the large knot he felt in the leg and saw in the x-rays to be a tumor. I promptly started sniffling and crying, stating to the doctor that was the one thing I was hoping it was not. Upon picking up my boy, the doctor did say that there is a very slight chance that the knot is there because of tearing of ligaments and/or tendons. At this point, that is what I’m hoping for.
Bubby is eight or nine years old; he’s become an old man over the past five years that I’ve had him, and because of this, the doctor wasn’t willing to give him more medicine in order to do the biopsy yesterday. So, upon picking him up, I scheduled the procedure for Wednesday. And here I find myself today, the day after receiving this news, trying to concentrate on work, and I realize that that just isn’t going to happen today. Instead, I’m focused on the fact that my baby could be very sick, and will be biopsied tomorrow. I’ve never been a patient person; waiting to find out if my dog, who I think of as my child is healthy or sick is killing me. The only thing I can do at this point is to ply him with his favorite cookies and make him happy.
The plain truth is that I simply don’t know what I’d do if I Mister Bubby wasn’t around anymore. He’s been my companion and my best friend for the last five years. He’s stuck faithfully by my side through the good times and the not so good times. And, he knows when I’m sad or sick and does his best to make me feel better. Here’s to the mysterious lump being caused by injury to his leg rather than a cancerous tumor, and to Mister Bubby living many more healthy years by my side.