Oh hey, I know, it’s been longer than usual. Life has been so hectic these past few days that I haven’t been able to keep up with the blog updates. The girls were on school Spring break one week after the other, which means I had one teen to entertain at home for the past 2 weeks – but, hey, twist my arm, because I am aware that these are precious moments as our family is preparing for Inès’s takeoff in a few months now.
On top of that, Miss Daisy has been giving us the scare of our life. All of a sudden, I noticed that she was drooling more than usual on one side of her face. Then, I realized her lower lip was droopy; her eye was being funny as well. Everyone thought I was crazy, but I could tell something was off; after all, I spend literally my days with her; I knew, I just knew. So I booked a last-minute appointment to a new vet nearby — because, of course, we decided to not renew our car lease, thinking that Zipcar and public transportations was a great idea. It is, until you have a health emergency but this is a whole other topic…
Daisy and I get to the vet appointment, she gets examined by a vet who coldly confirms facial paralysis. My head is spinning, my heart is beating faster. I feel the panic taking over me. The words resonate. Paralysis. Tongue. Eat. Life expectations. Tumor. Eye not closing. Tears are coming down my entire face as the vet continues to come in and out of the room confirming rare cases of this or that but my brain does not register anything she says. She tells me to book an appointment to a neuro vet specialist in the city, which I do immediately. The earliest slot available for this specialist is more than 2 weeks away.
I’m numb. Deep down, there is this little part of me that can’t help but wonder, as any dog companion has, if, maybe, this is the first sign of the… end; that little hint that things are gonna start to go downhill. I refuse it. I feel numb.
We quickly contacted Daisy’s regular vet by our old neighborhood and explained the situation. She was amazing, asked to get Daisy over there the following day and ordered a battery of blood tests for Daisy, trying to rule out all possible causes : hypothyroid disease, blood cell count, and anything you can possibly think of. Nothing. All results came back perfect.
As we were crossing out all these possibilities, the ugly spectrum of the “C” word and “tumor” possibility was slowly crawling in. Daisy is 8 1/2 and the idea of a brain tumor was, for me, a death sentence. So we moved on to brain MRi imagery, and spinal fluid analysis.
Last Friday was a emotional rollercoaster. We took Daisy for her 11 AM appointment, and waited an agonizing 6 hours there, waiting to get her back. She had to go under full anesthesia for the MRi and we got her back very groggy. But the fabulous news is that the brain was clear, and the spinal fluids tests came back all perfect.
Pardon me for being a little cheesy, but lately, I’ve been enjoying more and more these little unexpected moments with my loved ones, Daisy included ; chatting in the patio with my girls under the string lights after dinner, or walking Daisy around my neighborhood and not checking my emails or Instagram feed.
Pictured : Miss Daisy, resting on our bed; a Spring scenery at home with Elsie Green. More on that very soon!
I’ve also been working on all sorts of new content these past 2 weeks, from decor inspiration to recipes or some cool and easy DIY projects, so now that things have resumed to a normal, I should be able to finish shooting these and schedule them for the coming weeks. Thanks for your patience while all of this – well, life – was happening. I’ve missed being here. See you again very soon, Xo, Si-