Lola started her radiation. The first day went pretty smoothly, though we dropped her off at 7:20 in the morning and she wasn’t ready until 7:00 in the evening. I was worried the whole day about rain. Lola has gotten so intolerant to rain that we could easily crash the car and die if we were on one of the many highways that lead to the vet and rain began. I also worried abut the daily anesthesia and fifty million medications she has to take.
We worked out her transportation for the radiation. Alec switched his schedule to nights and I rented a car for nearly three weeks so that I could get to work in the mornings while he dropped her off north of the city in our car and I could pick her up in the afternoons after work in the rental car while he works. I told my second job that I can't start for a minute. But, the rain. Watching the rain and being in fear and begging people to ride around with a thrashing dog for sixteen days is a lot. And, it's awful for her, on top of all the other stresses. After dropping her off for her first day of radiation, I drove to Petco and bought the biggest crate that would fit in the back seat, secured it with carabiners and put a comfy blanket in the bottom. Then, I ordered a second one for the rental car.
I love picking Lola up from the vet. She runs at me and drags the vet techs behind her, tail wagging. I cry every time I drop her off.
I am physically catching up with my family in Tybee Island, yes, Tybee again, two times in one summer. They went down to the rental I picked out months ago on Tuesday and I’m flying down there today. It was the same price as renting a one-way car and Alec is off until Saturday, when I come back. He is going to take her back and forth to her daily appointments. I almost didn’t go at all, but I know Alec will take care of her. But it has been a difficult decision and I am not sure I can even enjoy a "vacation" knowing what she is going through.
And, I cried after dropping her off for radiation this morning.
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