Getting ready to rehome Molly
It was pretty much the first thing on my list of things to do once I got my prognosis. Molly is a busy dog with a lot of need to be on the move - though frankly right now she is curled up on the couch beside me after a walk in the rain on the conservation trails.
I've been more worried about her getting a new home that would suit her personality. I think I found one. Lea Anne is right on it, wanting walks with me and Molly to ease a transition that is coming up shortly.
This whole process though reminds me of the first time when I wanted desperately to ensure my kids were 'safe' as I walked into treatment. I didn't want them worrying about me, not wanting them to take on the burden of helping me and displacing their own milestones as teens moving into adulthood.
So I think I may have pushed Rachel out too quickly. My situation probably didn't make her feel at all secure. Chris became her crutch and the rest of the world seemed unobtainable. She applied herself to school and was a star student literally when she graduated, receiving special recognition for her accomplishments. But perhaps I missed something in including her more in my experience. Maybe she would have been ok with that,maybe flourished instead of withdrawing.
Owen stayed at home, finishing high school. I stopped treatment. Owen was at home when he started University; his girlfriend moved in so that I could protect him from the upset when things didn't work out - and they didn't. I left for a job in Nova Scotia - for my sake but also thinking I didn't want him looking after me when cancer came back. I was only 3 years out.
Now I am reflecting on my decision with Molly. I could keep her and just assume I can look after her, or else rely on my neighbours more for walks when I can't. But for her, and my piece of mind, she needs a new home. Someone with energy and enthusiasm, rather than me needed to rest more, and with anticipation, getting more sick over time. This doesn't go away apparently. Am I making a decision too early, too rashly? No, this is how I do it. Making sure others are safe and I can then be careful about me. Molly might have been my comfort... that's the only thing.
I've been more worried about her getting a new home that would suit her personality. I think I found one. Lea Anne is right on it, wanting walks with me and Molly to ease a transition that is coming up shortly.
This whole process though reminds me of the first time when I wanted desperately to ensure my kids were 'safe' as I walked into treatment. I didn't want them worrying about me, not wanting them to take on the burden of helping me and displacing their own milestones as teens moving into adulthood.
So I think I may have pushed Rachel out too quickly. My situation probably didn't make her feel at all secure. Chris became her crutch and the rest of the world seemed unobtainable. She applied herself to school and was a star student literally when she graduated, receiving special recognition for her accomplishments. But perhaps I missed something in including her more in my experience. Maybe she would have been ok with that,maybe flourished instead of withdrawing.
Owen stayed at home, finishing high school. I stopped treatment. Owen was at home when he started University; his girlfriend moved in so that I could protect him from the upset when things didn't work out - and they didn't. I left for a job in Nova Scotia - for my sake but also thinking I didn't want him looking after me when cancer came back. I was only 3 years out.
Now I am reflecting on my decision with Molly. I could keep her and just assume I can look after her, or else rely on my neighbours more for walks when I can't. But for her, and my piece of mind, she needs a new home. Someone with energy and enthusiasm, rather than me needed to rest more, and with anticipation, getting more sick over time. This doesn't go away apparently. Am I making a decision too early, too rashly? No, this is how I do it. Making sure others are safe and I can then be careful about me. Molly might have been my comfort... that's the only thing.
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