First chemotherapy treatment
While we were out, we ran into a fellow dog owner whom I met briefly from across the street a week or so ago. She was walking her new puppy and I asked what the breed was. She said a Bichon Frise and Miniature Dachshund mix. I had never heard of such a thing. She doesn’t look anything like a Bichon Frise. The little girl Pickles looked like she could fit into the palm of your hand. So I saw her again while walking Casper and made it a point to introduce the two. Of course, I was just as excited as Casper to get up close to Pickles and take a few pictures of her. She is absolutely adorable.
I told this woman that Casper is not my dog and that I was helping my neighbor out with caring for Casper, and at the same time shared with her what I was currently going through. We exchanged names and she said she is putting me on her prayer list. I found out that Pickles owner’s name is Laurie and that her mother is a 16-year survivor of breast cancer, and her sister also was stricken by the disease. I said, “Oh my what about you?” She said she had precancerous cells and ended up having a double mastectomy because she tested positive for the BRCA 2 gene. It is so crazy how we come into contact with strangers and find out that we are fellow members of the same club. It seems daily that I am being put in touch with one strong woman after another.
Thanks to my sister-in-law Maria and her husband Wayne, our latest addition, Bentley, doesn’t need to be walked, but he’s still very comforting.
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