The last time I was in a room with an ultrasound machine, I was told that my baby had died.
Tonight I was in another room with an ultrasound machine and I was told that my dawg is going to die.
My big Newfie dawg has lymphoma. It has spread to his spleen and liver. We could treat with chemo. The chemo and associated treatments would take about four months of weekly poking, prodding and would be fairly invasive - not to mention expensive for a dog his size.
Or we can treat with prednozone, which will reduce the swelling in the masses we found tonight, will help to stop the diarhhea, and will give him some quality of life for the next four to six months.
But it won't take away the cancer.
And he will either die or we will have to put him down in the next four to six months.
I hate ultrasounds.