I have breast cancer and have been in chemotherapy treatment for the last six months.
I have a Chihuahua named Danna. When I bought her, she was only three months old, and I didn’t know I had cancer. Since I brought her home, she has slept with me but she always wanted to sleep beside my right breast and always scratched that part.
When they told me the news, I knew that Danna always knew.
My treatment started — one of the strongest for this type of cancer. On the nights when nobody was there to take care of me, I would wake up to vomit or with diarrhea or I had insomnia, and Danna would look at me with her sad little eyes; I noticed that my Danna was crying with me. She knew my situation. Many times when I was feeling frustrated and listless, she would fill my days with color and make me laugh until I forgot my problems.
I began to notice that she was no longer living her own life; she was living my life. She would only take off to handle her necessities. If I had to spend 24 hours in bed without eating or drinking, then she also wouldn’t eat or drink. She wouldn’t even drink water.
Danna is my nurse who makes my days the most beautiful, in spite of the situation.