One Day at a Time
August 3, 2011 6 Comments
Moses: AC (After Cyst)
We have entered those long days I had predicted not so long ago.
Actually, the last 10 minutes were probably the longest yet.
You see, as I was just sitting down to write this long overdue post, I flipped open the MacBook and then BAM!
Doors in the house start slamming shut. Raindrops batter against the windows. Debris blows down the street. That evening sunshine is gone.
You guessed it: active weather.
In fact, as I am now actually writing the post, the storm has amped up and some decent hail is pelleting the neighbourhood.
The trusty The Weather Network, my go-to authority on all things weather, confirms it: severe thunderstorm warning.
Normally a typical summer storm wouldn’t be such a big deal – except that Moses has been spending a lot of time out in the back yard these days (for ease of bathroom purposes).
The Husband is not home, so it was up to me to get big Mo’ inside.
It wasn’t pretty, but I am somewhat proud (and sore) to say got it done. I would like to say Moses helped the task a little more than he did, as he only half-heartedly flutter-kicked his back legs while I hauled him up the (new, improved and extra-long!) ramp into the house; he just didn’t seem to care as much about the seeking shelter from the storm.
What’s a little hernia to have Moses now snoring contently beside me as I type?
As you may recall, Moses’ cyst-removal surgery was last Monday. We were able to bring him home two days later, last Wednesday evening, and every day in the last week has been a series of small victories and minor improvements.
But hey – there are both victories and improvements!
It took a team of four people to get all 179 lbs. of Moses in the car to take him home and that first day he was reluctant to even lift his head and hold it up.
We were given lots of homework, and each day he moves his head, neck and front legs a little more and props himself up a little higher.
So much so that he can now hold himself up in a sit for a few seconds unassisted (though he still needs help getting up) and yesterday he was able to do this:
Granted, he needed some help getting up there, it wasn’t for very long, and the Husband is there hanging on to the hardness in case he faltered, but hey, it’s all about the small successes.
Each day we’re seeing small gains in movement and capability, and we’re optimistic looking ahead. For the next 2 months, the focus is on getting him up and about and working on our homework.
No matter how well he may be doing, we’re not to even think about 5 minute walks until it has been 8 weeks post-surgery. Then a very slow and gradual progression in exercise for another 2 months – but come the end of November he should be able to take stairs, run, play, and go back to hour long walks. That’s the dream, anyway, and I think we’ll get there.
I think Moses thinks so, too.
However, if I could go back and change one thing, I would have started pumping iron months ago in advance of this heavy lifting.
Actually, scratch that. If I could change one thing it would be upgrade to Tier 4 pet insurance so it all would’ve been paid for. But if I could change two things….