Shadow is coping so well with his treatment that I am left with nothing to say. He is having his chemo, he is bouncing with health - the routine of his visits to the vet has become the norm. We barely think about his cancer. The children have begun to include Shadow again when they talk of the future, and sometimes we do not remind them of the unlikliness of that - it has become unthinkable to imagine him ill. He seems in such exceptional rude health.
I am seeing his vet on Tuesday when we get our puppy innoculated, and it will be a chace to ask the dreaded question - does this enormous vitality have any reflection on the diagnosis, or are we still eating into Shadow's probable last year?
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