So, it's still cancer. It's also very, very advanced. An ultrasound and additional X-rays show an advanced lesion on the liver, several lesions on the spleen, and aggressive metastasis in the lungs. Effectively, any treatment at this point is palliative; there's no cure beyond miraculous responses to off-label drugs. The oncologist couched Froggie's remaining time as a month.
So, we'll lose him before my birthday in late August. He'll get to stay in his house until the end and not have to deal with selling this house and moving. But he's 8 and his passing is way, way too soon. Here's The Dude through the years:
In typically-clinical language, the radiologist's report stated "CONCLUSIONS: severe generalized reticulo-nodular miliary lung pattern is concerning for diffuse pulmonary metastatic disease from unknown primary tumor."
Basically, cancer has spread to the entirety of both lungs from an unknown source. There's a mass in one lung that may be the source, but is likely a confluence of smaller masses into one larger mass. Strangely, his blood work is, medically, unremarkable. In the absence of imaging, he's healthy. He's not particularly struggling either, but he's 'off', as they say.
So, now, we're going to MSU's Veterinary Oncology Center for a consultation. If they can find the original mass, that may provide some options for treatment. But, I think at this point, we're really looking at pain management, barring an extremely fortuitous diagnosis.
Sidenote: based on imaging, there's an extremely small chance this i…
About four feet behind me, a dog named Froggie lies in his crate, door ajar, struggling to breathe. He's on a hundred milligrams of one drug and more of another. The X-ray of his rib cage looked like, quoting our veterinarian here, "popcorn". Basically, it's cancer. Tomorrow we'll get a call from her, while she's travelling, to either confirm that diagnosis or not.
Last night as we were cleaning up after painting our dining and living room (we know how to take vacations), he coughed up a Cup of phlegm-mixed-with-blood. It was shocking to say the least. He seemed off most of the day, but he spent it outside away from paint and fumes. We took him to the ER; he had some inflammation, but ate alright and seemed ok. We took home benadryl so he could sleep figuring he'd eaten a wasp or bee (he loves to snap at them).
About six weeks ago, he'd gone to the ER vet after becoming lethargic and simply not moving on his own. We were on a three-day trip to see my …