The Chemicals of Modern Living
John Henry was supposed to finish chemo today, but his blood count was too low so he'll go back next week for his final treatment. He still seems to be doing well and they seem pleased with him at the vet school. Way back when I said that I'd be happy if he made it six months (this isn't actually true--I would prefer that he live forever--but years from now I would say that it was).
On Monday it will be six months since he broke his leg and by any measure that's pretty good. If you accept the one dog year=seven people years equation (which also isn't actually true, but I'll stipulate to it for the purposes of discussion) then he has been living with bone cancer for three and a half years. So, you know, all around good.