Mast Cells And Brooke

It’s time again for Give Cancer The Paw blog hop.

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Thanks to our hostess’s Pooch Smooches and Peggy’s Pet Place for this great blog hop!

Brooke’s story……

Way back in July of 98 John and I picked up our first Chesapeake puppy that we were owning together. Brooke was born 5/8/98. We wanted a male but couldn’t find a breeder that had a litter with a male so we went with getting a female and named her Brooke. She didn’t come from someone I would necessary call a breeder, this was his first litter and us being young really didn’t know what we were looking for. Even know I was a Veterinary Technician and I checked that OFA’s were done on the hips but other than that I really didn’t check things out, didn’t know how to read pedigree’s, they didn’t have the health clearance’s then that we have now so that was limited. Brooke came with a birthmark, her momma had bit the tip of her ear off so we would always know which puppy was Brooke.

Lovely puppy Brooke.

Lovely puppy Brooke.

Brooke did a great job hunting her first year.

Brooke did a great job hunting her first year.

After her first year things went downhill. We never did any formal training with her and let her Chesapeake natural retrieving skill do the job. She hunted her first year then she put the breaks on and wouldn’t pick up another bird after that. She became aggressive as she got older, she was going to be our first breeding Chesapeake but with the aggression issues and then failing OFA hips we had her spayed. She was a great companion and guard dog for us but too many people couldn’t take care of her.

Brooke and Norman.

Brooke and Norman.

When Brooke was 6 years old and still having aggression issues my Grandpa died so that left my Grandma living alone out in the country by herself. We lived 3 miles from her but it wasn’t right next door and she was afraid to be by herself. She had a couple occasions when creepy people came knocking at her door so after that she asked me if she could “borrow” Brooke for a few days. I took Brooke over and had a talk with Grandma what she could and couldn’t do with Brooke if she wanted to keep her fingers. I was a little leary leaving Brooke there but that soon ended as Grandma and Brooke hit it off. For the next 4 years Brooke kept the strangers away, slept on Grandma’s bed and made her feel safe. It was a match made in heaven and I was so pleased at how this relationship went so well. I do have to mention that Grandma was a farm girl and never had dogs in the house nor did any vet care except Rabies vaccinations. So when Brooke was diagnosed at age 8.5 yrs with having Mast Cell tumors I really didn’t think Grandma was going to do anything but I was surprised and she wanted to treat her and keep her around for as long as possible as she made her feel safe.

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What started out as one small lump on Brooke’s side developed into many lumps. A lump appeared on Brooke’s side, no big deal right? They get lumps and bumps and some are adenoma’s, some are fatty lumps, some are much worse. I gave the lump a couple weeks to see what was going to happen with it, if it was going to grow, if it was going to shrink, if it was going to change in anyway to give me a idea what it was. It grew and then it became ulcerated so I knew I had to get it checked out. I took her to work with me and we did a FNA (fine needle aspirate) on it. Looking at the cells under the microscope I could tell right away it was a Mast Cell tumor. Brooke then had surgery to remove the lump, while she was under we noticed some red plaque like structures on her abdomen, we took a biopsy of one to see what that was (turned out to be more mast cells). We sent the lumps to the pathologist to confirm what we already knew and to have them stage it.

Staging the Mast Cell Tumor

In order for a rational therapeutic plan to be devised, the extent of tumor spread (or stage of the tumor) must be determined. The World Health Organization has determined a clinical staging system based on the body areas affected by the tumor. Between the stage and the grade, a plan can be devised. The tumor is staged 0 through IV as described below:

  • Stage 0: one tumor but incompletely excised from the skin.
  • Stage I: one tumor confined to the skin with no regional lymph node involvement.
  • Stage II: one tumor confined to the skin but with regional lymph node involvement present.
  • Stage III: many tumors or large deeply infiltrating tumors, with or without lymph node involvement.
  • Stage IV: any tumor with distant spread evident. This stage is further divided into substage A (no clinical signs of illness) and substage B (with clinical signs of illness). In order to determine the tumor stage some probing of other lymphoid organs must be performed.

When you do surgery on Mast Cells you need to have a wide margin around the tumor to get it all. Any cells left behind will regrow and need to have surgery done on them again to get it all. Stage I & II are usually curative with complete excision. Stage III  and IV not so much.

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After we removed the Mast Cells, she did have more occur. The more that occurred the worse they got. It was time to make a decision on what we were going to do. Grandma wanted to do everything she could for her so we started chemotherapy. Brooke had 6 months of chemo. She did excellent with chemo. Brooke was good for awhile then the tumors came back with a vengeance, they were bigger and she had multiple ones that would become necrotic and break open there were so many and so large surgery wasn’t a option anymore. We did chemo again and after chemo the tumors would shrink up until they would fester again and break open. My doctor said that Brooke was the worse case of Mast Cell tumors that she has ever seen. Grandma wasn’t ready to put Brooke down yet so we continued chemo to shrink the tumors. Brooke never knew anything was wrong.  We managed to keep Brooke going for 1.5 yrs when the tumors spread to her internal organs and she passed away in her sleep one night. She was 10 yrs old when she passed.

Mast Cells are nasty tumors, they start out small and people aren’t concerned with them because they look so innocent but they aren’t. Mast Cells need to be removed immediately and they need to be sent into the pathologist to find out just what you are dealing with. If more come up they need to be removed also. If you have a tumor that comes and goes it could be a Mast Cell. They release histamine and swell up and then the histamine goes away so the tumor shrinks so if you have a lump that comes and goes have it checked out. If you have a small red lump you should have it check out, you should have all lumps checked out to be on the safe side.

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Thursday Barks And Bytes

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Today’s Barks begins with Gambler announcing who the lucky girl is for his date to The Queen Of Hearts dance. Who do you think the lovely lady is??????

It is Wyatt’s sister Stanzie from http://wyattgardens.blogspot.com. Stanzie is a lovely Airdale Terrier that loves to hunt and eat turkey. Come back next Friday on Valentines day to see what is in store for Stanzie a little turkey maybe? You think Gambler and Stanzie will hit it off? Also see who Gambler will be kissing in the kissing booth, watch him pin a heart on a donkey and write a love message. The kissing booth, pin the heart and love message can all be seen on the hostess of the dance’s party page which you will see here.

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On to my Bytes: What on earth happened to MK?

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IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH, DON’T SCROLL DOWN! SURGERY PICTURES ATTACHED.

MK developed complications from her dog attack (thank you Gambler) that happened way back in May of 2013. You can read about MK here  here and here.

Last week I noticed a lump on MK’s side where her kidney should be (you shouldn’t be able to see a kidney protruding or any internal organs protruding so this got me a little concerned. You could see it when she moved or laid just right. MK only has one kidney which is not on the right side where this lump was. I thought maybe it could be the missing kidney swelled up, thought maybe another internal organ doing something it shouldn’t be or scar tissue from the bite that she endured, my last thought that it was going to turn out to be a parasitic twin (I love calling everything a parasitic twin and I knew if anyone would have one it would be her) .

Monday I brought her with me to work and had my boss examine her. We did a fine needle aspirate and cytology showed fat cells. She thought again possibly scar tissue. I decided to have a exploratory surgery done to see what it was and make sure everything was ok and not letting it go and doing the “watch and see”. It was a good thing that we went ahead with surgery. Sadly it wasn’t a parasitic twin.

Why am I in this cage?

Why am I in this cage?

Once we shaved MK for surgery we noticed a scar from the previous bite wound so we knew we were dealing with something that happened during the dog bite when she was wee little.

Fat coming out.

Fat coming out.

Dr. made a incision over the lump, fat started coming out. After the fat was removed she could see/feel what was going on.

Feeling around.

Feeling around.

A hernia (hole) in the abdominal cavity was felt. When Gambler bit her when she was just a wee little kitty he tore a hole in the abdominal cavity that we didn’t know about. The body is a wonderful thing as it tried to repair the hole by filling it full of fat.

A hernia in the abdominal wall.

A hernia in the abdominal wall.

Intestines coming out the hernia.

Intestines coming out the hernia.

There was a big hole and the body wall was very thin. Dr. cleaned up the edges and sutured the hold shut hoping that the muscles will join back together again. Because the abdominal wall is so thin the sutures may not hold and the hole will be back. If this happens she will need another surgery to insert a mesh into the hole and sewn into place. We are going to hope and pray she doesn’t need that and that with cage rest she will heal from this surgery and won’t need another one.

Recovery.

Recovery.

After the surgery was completed and MK was taken off gas anesthesia she needed to keep her trachea tube in place to keep a open airway until she was swallowing on her own. Then the tube is removed and she is allowed to wake up on her own.

Tube removed, starting to wake up.

Tube removed, starting to wake up.

Later in the afternoon.

Later in the afternoon.

Feeling good enough to eat supper.

Feeling good enough to eat supper.

Day after surgery. Feeling good.

Day after surgery. Feeling good.

MK was very happy to see me the next morning and was doing really well.

Gman checking out his handy work.

Gman checking out his handy work.

See the little white mark to the left of Gman’s nose, that would be the puncture scar from when Gman bit MK in the marsh. The shiny object on her side below the incision is the fentanyl patch we put on for pain relief.

What's the matter with you MK?

What’s the matter with you MK?

Hmmm why is MK's cone off?

Hmmm why is MK’s cone off?

Paw’s crossed that the sur

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The co-hosts for Barks And Bytes are Linda from 2browndawgs and Jodi from Heart Like A Dog.

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Wordless Wednesday~Fixing Up MK

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Come back for Thursday Barks And Bytes to find out what happened to MK.

 

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Wordless Wednesday is a community linkup of bloggers. Visit our host, BlogPaws, and you can use the icons below the post to hop from site to site. It is a great way to discover new blogs…..or even just a convenient way to find all of your favorites in one place. When you visit each site, be sure to leave a comment and let them know you found them through Wordless Wednesday.

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A Needle in a haystack or Glory?

Each year it is tradition that my sister-in-law Lynn and I (whoever else wants to tag along also) go shopping on Black Friday. Last year we pulled a all nighter since the stores were opening at midnight. This year some stores were opening at 9:00 pm so we decided to do some sale shopping Turkey day night. I looked at the flyers and saw that Shopko had some good sales on blankets, heated mattress pad, heated blankets so that was the place I wanted to be. We went to Shopko and I managed to get all the stuff I wanted, stood in line 48 mins to check out but it didn’t matter as this was tradition and I was getting my blankets on sale. I buy blankets to put over my couch so it keeps the couches somewhat clean from all the dogs that lay on the couch. This year I brought brown micro plush blankets. Friday I put the blankets on the couch and of course Gambler chewed up the packaging which didn’t matter it goes in the garbage anyways. John burnt the garbage and then Saturday morning I noticed 2 holes in one of the blanket. I didn’t know if it came that way or if the dogs toe nails put the holes in it. Nontheless I had to sew up the holes since I couldn’t return the blanket. I kept the blanket on the couch, grabbed my needle and thread started sewing up the hole while Glory laid on the couch and watched. I was done, tied my knot and needed to cut the needle off the thread but realized my scissors was on the coffee table on the other side of Glory. I got up went around Glory and grabbed the scissors came back and the needle was gone! Where was that needle? Only obvious answer was that Glory did something to it as she was laying right there and the needle was missing with frayed thread left behind. I searched and searched and searched some more. I was beside myself as I was thinking the worse and that Glory had swallowed it. I did more searching, tore everything apart and no needle. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack! Glory was watching me and showed no sign that she had eaten it. I would ask her “where is the needle?” and she wasn’t answering.  I spent the whole weekend looking for that needle and watching Glory for any signs of a problem.

Monday I took Glory to work with me so I could xray her as the needle is metallic and show up in her like lights on a Christmas tree. I started with a neck and chest xray.

Neck and Chest.

No Needle in here, phew! Then it was time to xray the abdomen.

Abdomen.

No needle in here, phew! Just a stomach full of food waiting to make big poopies.

I then could sigh a sign of relief, I didn’t need to take Glory to surgery to get the needle out of her. But where o where is that darn needle? I still have no idea where the needle is but am SO thankful that it isn’t in Glory. My Turkey day sale wasn’t so much of a sale as that darn blanket cost me 2 xray’s and a weekend of worry that my baby girl needed surgery. I was very thankful that she is ok.

One day I will be cursing when I either sit on the needle or step on it but it will be a good curse as I will then know where that darn thing is.

I didn’t find the needle in the haystack yet!