
The day of my Radiation Therapy Boards June 25, 2016, we found a lump on Niko bigger then a golf ball on his rib. This is probably why I remember the date so well. We scheduled a vet visit for that Tuesday. The vet did a fine needle aspiration (3X) to try to determine what it was. We got a phone call from the vet two days later saying she wasn’t sure what it was. We didn’t want to put Niko who is 9 years old through any unnecessary surgery if we didn’t have to so we got a second opinion at another vet. We got allot more information from that vet and we found out that it was most likely cancer. It seemed like the tumor was in that one little area and it wouldn’t be a bad surgery. So we scheduled the surgery for July 14, 2016.
That fateful day came up and we dropped Niko at the Vet at 8:30am and we were told he would out of surgery around noon and to wait for a call. Noon came and it wasn’t the call we were waiting for. Tom left work at the moment and came home. We were told the tumor was the largest tumor the vet had ever seen and it was so deep she couldn’t even get it out. The tumor had caused a blood clot and she was afraid he would bleed out. We had two options put him down and she would keep him alive until we got to the hospital or close him up and see if he makes it through the night. It was the worst day of our life. How does someone make the right decision in that case. We choose to bring him home. He wasn’t going down this way.
That was the start of some of the hardest nights we would have. We took our mattresses and placed them into the living room so he wouldn’t have to jump onto the bed. We checked his gums through the night and hope that there was no internal bleeding. Worst thing that broke our hearts was he wasn’t his normal happy Niko self. He so out of it, he was so confused and it broke all of our hearts. He had 40 staples in his side and a fluid sac they couldn’t drain because it was too dangerous with the chance of bleeding.
We took him to the Vet the day after to get him checked up on. The happiest moment was him dragging me around the entire front yard at the vet trying to runaway from the office. He was getting back to normal. He shocked the vet techs who never saw a dog with that much energy after almost not making it out of surgery the day before. But that’s a Denison for you, proving them all wrong. The vet told us it was most likely the worst cancer possible, Hemangiosarcoma. She said he would have a few weeks to a couple of months. We were given the name of a specialist who we called that day for an appointment.
For anyone who has every met me knows I will find answers and I snoop. So I went on a research spear to find dogs that survived this cancer. The one thing I found in common of all the dogs who survived was their diet. So, we started changing Niko’s diet to something that was more natural to canines.
We saw the vet oncologist on the 27th of July, and she laid out a plan to see if Niko’s tumor was able to be removed. His X-ray and ultra sound was scheduled for the next day. We got his 40 staples removed the 28th of July before heading to his next appointment. Cutest moment that day was him sitting on my lap while the vet removed his staples. If anyone has met Niko, he isn’t a small boy, 81lbs to be exact. It made for a cute scene.
After his next ultrasound and x-ray at North Haven, we waited for the call to come from the vet. When we got the call, it gave us some hope. The diagnostic scans showed that his 11th rib had deteriorated, which meant the tumor could have started from the bone and not from his tissue. It didn’t rule out that it wasn’t a hemangiosarcoma but it gave us hope that it could be a osteosarcoma or chondrosarcoma. It’s the difference between having a couple of months at the most to years with him.
A Denison never goes down without a fight. As his parents we’ll go down fighting. We’ll eat roman noodles for life if we have to. #NIKODenison
Next step is his surgery consult on August 3.

Living Room Sleepovers.. our loving baby boy