Another key player in this Kick Cancer's Butt, Henry

I got my little guy when he was 8 weeks old. I had lost two golden retrievers within a 4 year time span. I missed having a dog so much, but knew that I needed a guy that was going to be easy maintenance and easy going to boot. I loved the idea of having a puppy, so I decided get a dog that stays the size of a puppy, looks like a stuffed animal, is easy to train, hair not fur so one is allergic to him, playful, yet gentle.

This is Henry coming home from the kennel.

Henry is now in all senses of the word, a therapy dog. I used him as a therapy dog many times over the years with clients. Never did I realize, I was training him to work with me. The thought never crossed my mind that this little fellow and I, who are a team, would ever need one another as much as we do. He follows me around during the day. Reminds me to rest when I am doing too much. Get fresh air for a little bit even if we can't go for a walk we can be on the front porch or back deck.  He deliberately does things to make me laugh like throwing his toys around, greets each visitor with a tail wag. He has also been working on his inside voice. He has almost mastered the soft woof when someone is at the door. 

Just waking up from a nap mom, geez

Started my morning off with yoga, a great way to get going. Then I did some housework, well, limited, but still did some housework while the home health aide was here. Still on the ketosis diet and loving it. The idea is to starve the tumor of glucose in conjunction with chemo and radiation to give myself the best odds possible. Today was a bacon, cheddar mug muffin. When it came time to make lunch, I pulled out a knife that I love to use. It was dull. Okay, no problem, I remember how to sharpen a knife. I get out my little gizmo. I start running the blade through the area and these little red "wheels" are supposed to spin. I can't get the wheels to spin. It is a small wrist motion, that is connected to your forearm that connects to your bicep, then you do the hokey pokey and turn yourself around. Oh shit, this is going to be harder than I thought. So, I give out a shout "Oh no you don't Mother Fucker! I am going to sharpen this knife and then I am going to eat at YOU but not for you!"  Very determined and focused and longer that it normally takes, that knife is sharpened. Perseverance and determination got the job done. Using that right arm of mine that I am attempting to rehab as well. 

Once I was sitting down and successfully eating lunch, I got to thinking. Always a dangerous phrase for me, "I got to thinking..." I feel fortunate that I was able to locate this information about this type of diet working for brain tumor patients, that I am able to prepare the food, that I am able to stick with the diet, and that I didn't have to do any of the planning, it is already done and the recipes are tasty. 

Wednesday is the big day. The first radiation therapy will be at 2 pm. After that, they will be at 11:15, Monday through Friday for the next 6 weeks. Today, I am working on a power playlist to listen to while the radiologist zaps Mother Fucker. 

Okay, merrily my little dog and I go on our way...