Quick Rubin/life update
Quite a few of you have asked how Rubin’s been getting on after his surgery last week, so first of all, thank you for that, it really has meant a lot to Terry and I these past couple of weeks!
Look at that little face!
So, I’m relieved to say that Rubin has been MUCH better this week: not just back to his old self, but actually even livelier than he was before, so it feels like the surgery has really given him a new lease of life. As you can see, his scar is still healing (This photo was actually taken on Thursday, and he’s had his stitches removed since then, so it’s a little less obvious now), but the fur is slowly growing back in, and, well, he’s a scary wolf, as many of you know, so I’m pretty sure he feels the scar just makes him look even more TUFF than he was before. In fact, I know it.
His eating and breathing has also been back to normal this week, so we’re really hoping it WAS all just a reaction to the anaesthetic and not anything more serious. He has been on medication all week, though, so the next step is to wean him off that and keep a close eye on him, just to make sure he really is feeling better, but suffice it to say, we’re both a whole lot happier than we were last week, and I’m sure Rubin is, too. (Oh, and we had the results back from the biopsy of the cyst that was removed, and it was benign: we’d known that would likely be the case, but it was good to have it confirmed all the same!)
As for Terry and I, we’re both reaching the end of that cough/chest infection which I’ve had for the last week or so, and which Terry’s had for over a month now: because of the immunosuppressants he takes for his kidney transplant, when Terry gets ill it tends to last for much longer than it would for someone with a fully-functioning immune system, so between feeling ill for so long, and worrying about Rubin, he’s really had a rough time of it, poor soul. He has his regular transplant consultation on Monday, though, and even although it’s just a routine appointment, and there’s no reason to suspect there might be something wrong, I’m worrying about it anyway, because, well, 2016, you know? It’s been one helluva year: and not in a good way, either.
Actually, I was talking about this with Terry just a few days ago: about how 2016 really has been a dragon year for us, and how it’s left me feeling like everything that CAN go wrong this year probably WILL go wrong. It’s so easy to focus on the bad things, though, isn’t it? And when you do that, you fail to take into account all of the good things that have happened, too: like the plane that didn’t crash, the bad news that didn’t come, the surgery that worked out just fine after all.
These things have also been part of our year, though, so I’m going to try to do my best to remember them next week, and not think of all of the Very Bad Things that have gotten me convinced this year is just a little bit cursed.
It can’t hurt, can it?