Oliver is at the hospital today for his fifth Chemotherapy treatment.  He’s responding very well to the meds.  In fact, just hours after his initial Elspar injection and dose of CCNU I called Scott at work and said, “You’re going to think I’m crazy but Oliver’s lymphnodes are smaller.” and he said, “Yes, you’re crazy.” But they were shrinking.  And they shrunk even further the next day and within a week we couldn’t detect them at all.

We weren’t sure what to expect with going forward in treating Oliver.  We came to a point that we knew if we didn’t treat him, he would die.  We also knew that we didn’t want him sick and suffering.  We knew that chemotherapy may prolong his life, but we weren’t sure at what cost to him physically.  Ollie has more energy than he’s had in months.  He bounds out of bed in the morning – getting us up if we have the rare opportunity to sleep in – ready for his breakfast and a game of fetch.  I can’t count the number of times in a day he drops his ball at my feet.  He is always up for a walk or a trip to the park.  Besides his little limp, you wouldn’t know there was a thing wrong with this dog.  It’s ironic, really, that most people going through chemotherapy have such a terrible reaction to the treatment but my dog feels like a puppy again. 

Today Oliver is receiving his fifth dose of CCNU.  His oncologist called to let me know that his white blood cell count was a little low this morning but still in the treatable range.  She emphasized that she thought he looked great and was thrilled with his progress, but all I got out of the conversation was WHITE BLOOD CELL COUNT LOW.  She did say that most dogs will tolerate about six treatments and we’ll just have to see how he’s doing in two weeks.  We realize that we’re on borrowed time with Oliver but it’s good, quality time.  And seeing him chase Addie around the house with his tail wagging makes it all worth it.