I am moving from teacher to nurse in a matter of a week.
Our dear sweet Duff had surgery yesterday. She had developed a couple of rather large tumors that were benign, but growing in size and needing attention. I wish I would have taken a picture of her before surgery, but I didn't. Her tumor on her neck was probably the size of two oranges put together. It was big. The one on her belly was not that big, but while she was under the knife we decided to get that one taken care of too.
We had to have a talk with the girls before Duff went in for surgery. We explained that there was a chance that Duff might not make it through surgery and that there is a (small) possibility that she may not come home. After unpacking Quinn's bag from daycare today, I found this at the bottom of her bag:
Thankfully, surgery went VERY well. Duff is home now with two drainage tubes and a mound of stitches. She is recovering well and is in pretty good spirits. I think she was a little mad at us last night because we didn't see a whole lot of tail waggin' action (except when she got to have a hot dog for a treat!). Anyone that knows Ryan (in regards to feeding dogs table scraps) knows that this is a BIG deal for Duff!
So this week it is my job to give her lots of TLC, change bandages out as needed, clean up wounds, and make sure she is comfortable. I never dreamed of or had any interest in being a nurse. Too gross and too gory for me. But like all mothers (even of dogs!), when your baby is hurt, you can endure anything!