Here I am again, I haven’t been on in a while. Seems I come here when my stress and anxiety are at a high.
Rocco has been doing VERY well. Eating, playing, loving life again…
Until recently we discovered another lump, but this time near his ribs. He’s also been coughing lately too, which I know to be a sign that it has metastasised in his lungs. 🙁
I’m really trying my hardest to hold it together, for him, for my son, for my family, but when I come to the office and I am away from it all, it hits me the hardest and I end up crying here with my door locked.
I can see it in his eyes when I get sad about it he follows suit, so I really do try to keep it positive at home.
It hurts so bad to know that even though he is the one in pain and the end is nearing, he is still trying to make sure that I am ok.
He woke me up at 2am last night to let him out to relieve himself, he did so quickly and came running back in, followed me back to bed and stood beside me, nudging my hand to stay on him. I pet him and told him I loved him and he fell on my lap.
My heart.