Wow, I cannot believe I missed the entire summer. Those folks who are really observant will notice that my hair in the above photo is barely there. All spring I had not been feeling very well, mostly just drained and had no energy. I needed more and more naps in the afternoon. I had a swollen lymph node on my neck and a dry cough that wouldn’t go away since, like, December. Well, by mid-July, my temperature was spiking to 102, 103 and even 104 degrees, being brought down temporarily by a constant supply of aspirin. And everybody knows that can’t be good.
After nearly a month in the hospital, I received a diagnosis of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma – which thankfully is 90% – 95% curable. Heaven knows there are much worse cancers or diseases one can have. Four days after my birthday in August, I had my first chemo treatment and like Eric Berry of the Kansas City Chiefs, who was diagnosed with the same cancer almost a year ago, my expected treatment time is relatively short: six or seven months. God is good that I’ve got something curable and short-lived.
All through my extensive napping this past spring and summer, Rico has been glued to my side and lettering in varsity napping. Of course, Nemo is a professional, but for an active pup like Rico, putting the breaks on, curling up next to me every time he comes over, even not getting up when the other dogs go outside, this was a huge bonding commitment on his part. He’s almost ready to go pro.
I love this picture of him curled up on the pillow next to me, which I’ve often described to folks about his cuddliness, but hadn’t been able to get a good picture of before he’d move. Every night he spends with me, this is how we start off. Can you say, “puppy love”?