I dropped Beau off this morning for his second week of chemo treatments. Week 1 was a chemical called "vincristine". This week's dose is "cytoxan". Week 3 is vincristine again, and week 4 is "doxorubicin"; then he gets a rest week and the 4 week process starts over.

The technician at SouthPaws asked how he did in his first week. No nausea, vomiting, or diarrhea, which she said is a good sign. Also, as I reported here already, his lymph nodes had drastically reduced in their swelling, which she said is "an excellent sign".

So, paws crossed, we continue fighting.

Beau was in great spirits. He's been perky and happy all week. This morning, he was confused because he wasn't allowed any food after midnight. While we were waiting at SouthPaws, he smelled the bag of food I'd packed in a ziplock bag and had in my jacket pocket. (SouthPaws gives them food when they're finished their treatments, and they encourage you to bring the dog's own food.) Once he'd latched onto that familiar smell, he was like a heat seeking cruise basselope. The whole clinic knew he had successfully tracked his prey.

And, of course, the lab techs at SouthPaws have all been fawning over him. He doesn't seem to mind the attention too much, although he did mind me not giving in and feeding him. (They say, too, that a healthy appetite is another good sign.)

Cheers,

Ken