Today I really need to get a few things off my chest, which means writing things down.
A while back, my doggie got very sick, and he needed treatment, which of course, he got. However, the health problems didn't go away, so my dog got an ultrasound to determine what was wrong with him. Unfortunately, the diagnosis that I got was devastating.
It turned out that his intestines and stomach were perfectly fine. It was where the vet had expected to see issues. Thorough as she is, she examined more, like my dog's bladder and also his prostate. That's where she encountered a problem she hadn't anticipated.
Last week, my dog was diagnosed with prostate cancer. Well, let me tell you that being hit with a sledgehammer wouldn't have hurt me as much as this. The vet can't predict how many months my dog still has left. You see, when the dog already is showing symptoms (that when people see the vet). Then, the prognosis would be about three months, with a little luck.
However, the vet discovered prostate cancer by accident, and my dog doesn't even show symptoms. That's why they can't predict how much time my dog has left.
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Another topic, yep, writing stories.
I'm working on several projects, right now. I started writing Assassins part two, and I'm working on a story called Murky Waters, although I don't know if I like the title. Plus, I nearly finished writing Emma's story. The only thing that prevents me from publication is the part about my dog, Max. I need time to write down the correct words, and for that, I need time to put things into perspective.
I hope to post new information about the stories that I'm working on, right this moment.
For now, stay safe!
Edit:
Oh yeah, I nearly forgot. I'm ill, the flu, and no, I'm not infected with Covid 19, just an ordinary old-fashioned flu.
