I know how to open pedal bins, you know

I am hungry. I knew I wasn’t allowed to eat today (apart from pumpkin soup) but it is hard. Now normally, I can find food on the street. “Scavenger” is my middle name by merit! But today, Mum and Dad were so clever! I couldn’t find a thing. And if I did, they pulled me away from it.

But when scavenging doesn’t help, I know what usually does: “the hungry puppy look”! Now I don’t mean to brag but I happen to be very good at “the hungry puppy look”.  Not today, Mum and Dad were ruthless….

I thought I’d wait for the night and sniff around in the house. I know how to open pedal bins, you know! I once stole a whole chicken carcass from the bin AND got away with it! Mum thought it was our Nigerian maid. I was quite proud of that.

Unfortunately, today they have taken their precautions…The bin is empty and the dog food is gone. So pumpkin soup is all I’m getting… Mum said my food bowl was never any cleaner. Where is grandad? Grandad is great! When he cooks, he lets me do the dishes! I love grandad. Mummy promised me a big kettle of pumpkin soup and a juicy beef bone when I am better.

My medical report arrived today. There’s a lot of medical bladibla but the prognosis is “relatively favourable”.  Mum also found out that I have fleas! WTF???? 

I have to go to the university hospital to find out I have fleas? Mum, please, I am willing to fight this cancer together, but fleas???? Really?? Who’s responsible for that? Mum usually treats me every month, but this time she kinda forgot. I usually get a treat after tick and flea treatment. I give Mum the “this-treatment-is-so-painful-I-think-I’m-gonna-die look”. It doesn’t really hurt but Mum seems to fall for it. And she always gives me the “you’ve-been-such-a-good-boy treat”. Not today … It didn’t help today.

I will have a big scar on my tummy tomorrow. Mummy doesn’t mind. She said she’s full of scars and Dad still thinks she’s pretty. For now, I’ll just remember the words “relatively favourable”.

There’s one more thing that can go wrong tomorrow. It doesn’t happen very often but sometimes it does. Sometimes the infected nodes cling onto the nearby veins. It is called “infiltrative growth”. If that happens, the doctor won’t be able to remove them. 

I don’t really know how bad that is, but it won’t be good. If that happens, will you give Mum and Dad a big hug from me and promise you will always remember me with a big smile on your face.