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Cancer Dog Supplements How Much They Cost

19 Feb
Buford

Buford is happy since he found Kendall, Birdie’s daughter. We tracked her down and adopted her after we lost Birdie.   She is a spitting image of her mother. Not as red, but as beautiful.

Cost of the Cancer Dog : Hospice Care

I have been getting a lot of emails on how much it’s costing me to keep Buford on the natural pills, so I’m doing a cost breakdown on the natural supplements I use, here on the supplements page.

Now Buford is technically at the equivalent of Hospice care. He has already had his bad prognosis and outlived that…he’s on borrowed time and my goal is to keep him as healthy and happy as possible during his final days.

He doesn’t get shots anymore because of his broken immune system.  NO chemo, no chemo pills, no anything unless he’s sick, then he goes to the vets.  So far it’s been stress spores, and he’s on meds often for that.  I am only applying Frontline topical to keep off ticks/fleas, otherwise no other pills such as heartworm . That really kills me thinking what if he developed them and that was what killed him, not the cancer? But you do what you can to not compromise his immune system.

So for Buford I’m breaking down the cost for him being a 60# dog on the SUPPLEMENT PAGE    Remember he is a 60# dog and that’s his dose. If my dog was 30 lbs it would cost half as much, and if my dog was 15# it would only cost a quarter of that.

The biggest expense is two fold:

a) THE FOOD!  Oh my goodness, the chicken each night he eats, with a few steaks, turkey parts,  or ground beef thrown in here and there throughout the month. A smaller dog would not cost you as much.  Hubby and I have seriously cut the quality of our food to allow for the extra expense for the dog! Geeze!

b) THE TIME & CARE!   It has cost me a lot of time and pet sitter money. Wherein I used to go to work and leave him now I have to leave him with a pet sitter or take him with me.  He gets too nervous too much and just having someone around is key.   Buford has a large yard and doggie door, but leaving him over 8 hours will send him back to the vet with a stress bacterial infection. I’m not going there, so I pay a friend or family member to check on him and sit a few hours with him.

But how expensive is it really, to be buying time with your pet? Having them in your life a little longer, at the highest quality possible, keeping them pain free and healthy, is simply the fact that your time, effort and investment can beat cancer, if only for a short while.

 

 

Buford Cancer Dog Fat

Keeping the dog FAT and HEALTHY during cancer is key!

Bufords Health Today:  He is happy, fat, and lazy. And spoiled. This is his own leather couch now,  taped up and well loved by Buford.  Note how much weight he still has on him for a dog with lymph nodes the size of coconuts. Pretty good huh?  Also look under his arm towards his midsection, there is a fatty tumor that is super large. Of course, we can’t get it removed because he can’t go under anesthesia.  It may seep soon and if so I’ll have to get it drained or better yet, it may burst and then we have it cleaned and that will be the end of that. He had another one just like it, that started getting yucky. I took him to the emergency vet when it started draining, and by the time I got him there it BURST all over the place. It was yucky , I’m talking creamy fat, blood and goo all over the dog and the floor. He didn’t seem to be  in any pain and , and $100 bill later they sent him home with first aid cream.  Crazy.

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Eight Months Strong Since the Cancer Returned

15 Aug
basset hound cancer

Little Schnitzel knows when Buford is having a bad day. They often snuggle close on those days.

Eight Months!

It’s been eight months since my old vet told me Buford has cancer in his lymph nodes. It’s probably been ten months since the actual cancer returned.  At this rate with cancer in his nodes the size of coconuts, I am quite pleased with his HEALTHY survival rate and quality of life. Had I done chemo, he would have been gone months back.

I look at my faithful companion Buford every day and smile. Although his body does show less fat than he used to have (switching to an organic diet with chicken and kale) he still has the pep in his step and is healthy (well, except for the coconut sized cancer in his nodes). He runs and plays and at 13 that’s amazing in itself.

The Dog Is Fighting.

Buford certainly has a will to live and I think for him, that’s keeping him going. Having an owner he loves is the sole reason for survival, as is his little partner Schnitzel, a 6 year old mini doxie who is the love of his life. I guess that makes him gay, but whatever works to keep him alive.

When I say he has a will to live, I’ll give you an example. I first try to feed him the meds when he is hungry wrapped in chicken skin or a cube of steak.  He will often spit them out and make a small pile of them. If I yell and get upset about this, he will gobble up the capsules just to make me happy. It’s a strange communication we have. He knows without the meds he will have a worse night than with the meds.

Bad Days Turn To Needy-Ness.

I’ve had to tailor his dinners. For months he lived on Chicken and Kale but now he associates the chicken with his recent bout of the stress-infection. I’ve had to switch him to steak and steak cubes and slowly re-introduce the chicken in with it.  This of course has cost me a fortune finding grass fed steaks and good cuts (fatty the better), but hey, whatever works. He’s gained back 3 of the 7 lbs he lost during his infection.

Buford overall is way more needy than usual.  When he has bad days (and you can tell, because he’ll eat more grass or be up in the middle of the night with hot sweats having to pee more than usual) he follows me everywhere. If I so much as run to the store and back he’s howling like he lost his best friend.  The neighbors asked what I’m doing to the dog, because they hear him screech and moan when I’m gone on the back porch as if it’s the end of the world.  The bottom line is when he’s not feeling good, he wants to at least know I’m there.

Granted, I am not used to this additionally neediness and have had to rearrange my work schedule. This is my busy project time, and I’m often out of town for a few days at a time and I can leave him with the pet sitter, but anymore this is not working out.   Just leaving him for 8 to 10 hours a day put him into sickness (stress sickness read here.)  When I’m gone, he has a large doggie door where he comes and goes and plays in the back yard with two other dogs in our home and one cat he’s quite fond of, but none of this seems to matter.

These little clues tell me that quite possibly the end is sooner rather than later.  So I have rearranged the best I can and try to leave him minimally and accommodate the dog.

Dogs Know Dogs.

 

I am really worried about his little play mate Schnitzel, a mini doxie who is six years old and thinks of Buford as his best friend in life (and lover because of the way he constantly dry humps his rear while he’s sleeping even after getting the little bugger fixed…).  Although we have a lovely girl doxie in the house Schnitzel could care less.  He will be truly heartbroken when Buford finally goes.

Schnitzel’s actions tell me of Buford’s bad days. On bad days Schnitzel tries to cheer up Buford by licking his teeth, pulling on his ears and licking his face. Often times Buford will just lay there with one eye open as if to say, “Really????”

On good days however Schnitzel is the reason. He is soltely what is keeping Buford oxygenated, by running around the yard with him and they play and chase each other until Buford is so tired he sleeps right through the night. I love those nights.

My Happy Days are Full of Poop.

Reality for me is knowing that each day with Buford could be his last. He will go two days with runny feces and I get ready to take him in for a scan to see if the tumors have grown into partial or total blockage, then on day three he will surprise me and crap a good sized sausage out and that tells me he can still defaecate as normal and that the blockage has not interfered.  So on those big piles of poop days, I’m happiest.

Record Breaking.

If Buford is an example of how long your dog can live without chemo, he’s it.  If you figure he initially had cancer over two and a half years ago, had it removed and it grew back causing CANCER IN THE LYMPH NODES last Sept or Oct, not detected until December….he’s still alive eight months later after re-diagnoses.   That’s most likely ten months since the cancer was active.

Most dogs who go thru chemo or tumor removal or lymph surgery either have the cancer spread to the next healthy node or quite honestly the cancer attacks even harder. Some dogs simply pass from the chemo ruining their immune system within four to six months.

In my opinion, he’s kicking cancer’s ass and cancer is not kicking his. At 13 he’s already over his life span and when the dog eats filets and steak every few nights and I eat McDonald’s because I’m spending all my grocery money on his dinners, I would think he’s in heaven on Earth in dog terms and for that I’m happy.

 

 

 

 

Steve Jobs Reality Distortion Field Beating Cancer

14 Jul

I applied many principals to my life on a daily basis that I learned throughout the way from some very smart folks.  One major influence in my thinking would be Steve Jobs.  Mainly, his Reality Distortion Field.  As crazy as it sounds, many people don’t understand, grasp or appreciate the whole point in the matter. This is the very one thing from keeping them from achieving or exploring (or living)  their dreams. Believing in the power of mind over matter, that you can do things others tell you that you can’t do.   This  is the one very thing you should consider.

It’s no secret that Jobs was a Buddhist, and enriched his mind with the think-outside-the-box type learning.  This higher enlightenment also made him feel confident that combined with his inner peace, strength and intuition that perhaps he could encourage others to do the same. He did in fact make them realize they too, could think outside their box or limitations preset in life.  Just look at what he did at Apple, pushing people to meet deadlines and make things or create new technology that didn’t exist.  If you have a cheerleader behind you saying, you can do it, you can do it, don’t you start to believe you can?

I am just saying, you should set your mind to do what you may think is impossible.  Find the possibilities in the impossible.  Steve Jobs always believed he would die young. His work here on Earth has changed technology as we know it.  I truly believe ALL his efforts were on development and product innovations for mankind. If you look at how long he lived after being diagnosed with pancreatic and liver cancer, it’s truly amazing. Most people won’t make it out of a 3 to 6 month window. Jobs lived for years with cancer. It was quite possibly, mind over matter.

Do the impossible.  As for my dog’s battle with cancer,  I have applied this simplistic Reality Distortian Field approach to my dog, and his cancer. I have not let him think he is sick. I have positively reinforced him and did my research to find the herbs and pills that would be prolong his life.  I’ve shunned away from modern medicine and chemicals such as chemo or radiation, and I’ve let him know that he can beat this thing.  Natural foods and organic vegetables now run through his veins. He’s winning. He’s beating cancer. It could have took him already. But it hasn’t.

My dog turned 13 just a few days ago. I am very happy that he’s lasted this long; and he appears to be living a high quality life. I’m so very happy to share this video with you.

Thank you  Steve Jobs.

The Bond Between Dog and Owner

2 Jun

Below is a video I found on youtube about a very brave basset hound named Boss Hogg, who had been diagnosed lymphoma in August 2010, and took chemo treatments.  Boss Hogg fought his brave battle until June of 2011. What’s touching is the fact you can see the owner had a very special bond with Boss Hogg. Here it is:

The bond between dog and owner is really important when any dog is battling cancer. For one, when a dog gets cancer his whole life changes. For Buford it is diet, and a mirage of pills and alternative therapies. For dogs like Boss Hogg , his world was altered with chemo treatments, and more visits to the vet or specialist.

The key here is that changing up what your dog is used to, or what they consider normal may be stressful in itself.  Stress is a big no-no factor in cancer . It is not as easy as it sounds but the key is to keep your dog stress free while boosting immunity.  But how can you?

Take a Deep Breath. Compose Yourself. Your Dog’s Well Being Depends on It.

First and foremost, remember your dog knows you pretty well, and if you have that bond with him or her; quite certainly he can sense your anticipation, anger, hurt, or sadness.  Keep a clear head and a calm voice. Even though you are a basket case inside, stop crying and get it together.  I remember when Buford was first diagnosed, I hugged him every night and cried for a month straight.

He was so worried about me that I think he became depressed that I thought he was dying, and almost put him down. Come to find out he sensed my anguish. Probably had no clue what was wrong with me, but even so – I changed my tune. I now go get the mail and break down. Or cry when he’s not around.  When he’s with me, I give positive reinforcement and when it’s pill and crazy dinner time I talk to him to calm him.  We play the “pill game” each night. He spits them out, and I give him more dinner to mush around the pills. I don’t get mad or frustrated with him (even though I am) but instead I make a joke about it.

If Buford was doing chemo, or making more trips to the vet, I’d do my best to coax him that way too.  For me, his being so scared and panicky of going to the vet was one of the reasons I decided to go the holistic home care route.  I’m glad I did.

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Mind Over Matter

You’ve hard the thoughts and seen the psychoanalysis on the mind over matter principal or theory. The key here is to keep positive thoughts and bond with your dog. Don’t treat him like he’s sick. Don’t treat him like something’s wrong. Give him extra love and snuggles (sure) but don’t let him know he’s ill.  Keep his mind and spirit up. He trusts you. If you are taking him to the vet, he will go along with it. If you are making him eat juiced up kale, he will do it to please you since you are his master and he trusts you.  If you are taking him for chemo, he will trust you.

basset hound cancer

My brave basset hound, he doesn’t know he’s sick.

Buford’s Health Today:  Is Good. It was 94 degrees outside so he played minimal.  He saw a rabbit but did not chase it. Instead, he chose a nap in the A/C. Can’t say as though I blame him ❤  Still waiting on the scan results!

Lymphoma in Basset Hounds

24 Apr

The first PH treatment cycle is done. Buford is doing wonderful and runs and plays with his friends. We took a very long walk in the park the other day and like usual I was tired out before he was. He did three laps around the park and was sometimes running. I seriously can’t believe he has the cancer inside of him; or that I wanted to put him down just two weeks ago, or that he is 13 and running and playing this much. He is obviously supercharged on his diet, additives and appears to be healthy as a horse; though looks can be deceiving.  He is so very brave, he’s kicking cancer’s a*s right now even though cancer is growing fast inside him.

I found a great article about Cancer in the Lymph nodes at the American Cancer Society,  and explains just what it is the lymph system does.  Ironically it mentions that cancer either STARTS THERE aka Lymphoma or spreads there from a previous onset.  Now the old vet I had did think that cancer recurred from his previous anal gland cancer.  I was starting to wonder if since Basset Hounds get Lymphoma quite often( and this seems to be the common killer of this breed, )if it is at all possible if the original cancer was cured, but the Lymphoma started on it’s own.  I guess it doesn’t matter and maybe I’ll never know but if so, I’m even more lucky to have Buford right now, as Lymphoma seems to be quick and agressive and some basset hounds succumb to it in two months. I’m pretty certain he’s five months in now since the “recurrence” now in his lymph nodes or ” the new lymphoma” started and that to me is amazing.

Ironically I also found this article on a company getting a $20 million dollar grant to study the effects of using a drug CD47 or Anti CD47  to shrink cancer tumors. Read about it here. 

My only comment is if any company, or person,  finds a cure will the powers that be actually let them market it and really use it on people, as that I am sure would cut out the need for a lot of drugs, big pharma and the money in the chemo industry. I think I just answered my own question.

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Buford’s Health Today………is great. He spent some time outside with me gardening, and napped in the sun like lazy hounds often do. He’s been hungry and I’ve been feeding him half portions twice a day instead of once per day.  I may do the PH protocol one more time, but we have Carnivora on the way.

If for some reason Buford’s cancer went away, shrank or disappeared, I would never be able to tell you what worked and when, at this point we are trying everything and anything we can get our hands on, and there are so many protocols happening at once that perhaps it would only be luck or the act of God or the alien life forces of the Pyramids or maybe the green guys living on Neptune to save him now. In other words, I have no idea what we are doing anymore as we are doing so much. I only know that Buford’s quality of life is off the charts. He has the energy of a 5 year old puppy and he’s 13.  I think I’m going to start eating his diet. I guess Buford is the test host and since he can’t talk as much as I’d like him to, we may never know just what is working for him, now will we?

 

 

Buford Understands English

13 Apr

The Horrible Truth

I talked to my new vet about the interpretation of Buford’s most recent scan. The mass of lymph nodes or nodules. If you are looking at him sideways, the mass would rest above his (p*nis) and under his back. This cluster contains maybe 5 nodes, of which 3 are now enlarged to 4.2 cm x about 2cm.  So, the initial interpretation in January showed one node at about 3.75cm. The first node has grown from 3.75cm to 4.2cm (not a big growth in three months).  Now that may be good considering I starved his system of carbs, but not good for Buford, considering the cancer said “Screw you for starving me” and spread to two more nodes.  Imagine if they keep growing in size, he will be unable to poop or pee. So here is a pretty accurate photo of what’s going on inside him. Buford has a mass the size of a small coconut!

cancertumor in BufordBuford is Not in Pain

Buford is tall and that is unusual for his breed.  He always was a bit different than other basset hounds and now I’m glad he’s as long as he is lanky tall because he obviously has spare room that this alien type mass is taking up and he doesn’t even seem to notice it.  He’s obviously not in pain but even though he sometimes strains to poop he still is pooping huge masses.

I’m scared to leave Buford alone, because at the first sign of strain or struggle or pain, I will put him down and have been considering methods of doing so. Also he has gotten used to me overcompensating since I found out the cancer has returned, and he’s spoiled now. He will act up and get to be a nervous wreck if I leave him home.

Two days ago,  I took him to my office with me.  I just had a conversation with the neighbor Dave at work, who has a house next to my office. He just put down his basset hound, Molly. She was 14 and a pretty old girl.  He was telling me, that someone could come to your home or workplace and put your dog down. He went over to his house to get the number for me in case of an emergency.

Immediately as if on queue Buford then started barking at me and ran clear across the work property like a rabid dog barking and hooting and hollaring, and ran…and ran, and ran and ran. Across three and a half acres he ran, laps.  Galloping like a baby horse,  wagging his tail, barking, jumping, playing as if to say “Oh no you don’t, look at me, look at me, I’m fine.” He ran so much I thought for sure he’d drop dead. I was exhausted just watching him.

What is sad is that Buford wants to live and has so much energy still. He maybe doesn’t know he’s sick or that this alien thing is growing inside of him. Or he knows something that I don’t.  What is he trying to tell me?

Yesterday he wanted to go for a walk. He drug my fat butt a half mile up the road and back. I had to run to keep up with him.

I just don’t understand how is he so energetic and appears so healthy when he’s technically got a baby sac of cancer inside him?  I know I should take it one day at a time but I’m puzzled.  The diagnosis doesn’t fit the way in which he’s acting.

Molasses and Baking Soda. My last hope.

Yes, I’m trying it.

 

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