My Girl Luna Marie

Just when you think you have it together again, life throws you another curve ball.

Luna had been to the vet for an issue she had a month or so ago. We got her a prescription, she was on pain meds for a few days and it was all good.

She had been limping and although I had mentioned it on her visit prior to the vet, it became less important. On Monday they collected x-rays of Luna’s paws and wrists. It seemed like old injuries and the diagnosis was to be put on non steroidal anti-inflammatory medication for thirty days. We were told that only walking would be allowed for exercise and losing ten to fifteen pounds, which would be good for both of us, would do the trick.

I got a phone call from the vet saying it would be a good idea to get more x-rays, this time of Luna’s chest as they saw something they felt might turn out to be shadows from her prior x-rays but they wanted to be certain it wasn’t anything serious.

On Wednesday, Rick met me at the vet (I always worry when he wants to accompany me because it means he is worried too). X-rays were taken and the vet didn’t seem to feel like there was a problem but wanted to send them off to their radiologist, just to be on the safe side. Hopefully we would hear back that afternoon or the next day, Thursday. No phone call came until Friday late afternoon. It was not good news… cancer in her lungs, and most likely in a pretty aggressive form. The Dr. suggested we take her to an oncologist to see if there would be anything we could do, make certain she wouldn’t be in discomfort and to find out what the time frame would be, meaning, how much time she has left.

I was in shock. Shortly after I became super sad and do what you do when you’re incredibly sad… I cried, a lot.

What are the chances of that? We lose Gibby in February and four months to the day, we are now more than likely going to lose Luna soon.

I’ve had the weekend to sort through the news and have told close friends who have been so wonderful, empathetic, and kind. I feel very fortunate for that.

I try really hard not to cry and instead keep to our routine because that’s how Luna feels the most secure and settled. This is how we will continue to live each day and I’m giving her my absolute best. I figure there will be plenty of time for tears when she is not here, but for now I’ll do what I can to put on a brave face.