*UPDATE: We’ve reached the $500 goal in just TWO days! I didn’t know if I’d make even a quarter the goal within a week, let alone two days. I finally let my mom in on the little secret, and she didn’t even believe me at first. It took her breath away.
Buddy and Lisa are extremely thankful, and I will transcribe a personal thank-you note from Lisa soon on the GoFundMe.
While the surgery is scheduled Monday and I will be withdrawing the money ASAP to put in her account for the expenses, I will leave the GoFundMe up. Any other donations will continue to be put toward the following: Buddy’s surgery expenses (which, depending on the severity may be upward of $700,) his prescriptions (antibiotics and thyroid medication,) and the small cut of $45 that GoFundMe took.
Thank you to everyone who donated or shared the page. You are beautiful humans!
Hello, and happy Wednesday!
Good things happen on Wednesdays. Right? I’m sure some semi-famous person has quoted that first.
— This GoFundMe and this post is a secret from Lisa. She would be embarrassed that I reached out for help. —
In the sixteen years my mom has battled breast cancer, I have never asked for help.
Her chronic pain, her medical bills… her ability to raise such a crazy (and intelligent, wink-wink) kid? She can check the latter off the list, but somehow she still manages to survive in the world of chronic pain and medical bills that end-stage cancer offers up, as if threatening her life isn’t enough.
I’m not worried about her own life.
Is that hard to hear? Every medical professional would deem me insane. “She has a week, maybe two, to live,” I’ve heard again and again. But she’s a fighter. She’s earned her badge. Sixteen years of fighting the disease, the doctors who continue to give her only weeks to live, the prescriptions’ side effects, the chronic pain. That pain. But she wakes up every morning, even if it’s the evening for most. And she says, “Thank you,” to life, and she takes a shower, and she walks her dog. And when she passes, I know it’s going to be because she was tired after her long fight, and because she said, “Okay, I’m ready.” And I will admire that.
It’s her dog that I’m worried about.
A few years ago we ended up visiting this animal shelter with the far-off idea that she might look at some dogs and, if there was one she really fell in love with, she’d go home and mull it over for a couple weeks. Buddy had a different plan. As soon as he looked at her with those dopey eyes, that drool-laiden grin, she was his. He was a bit larger than she’d planned for, and a bit older. But like a date with a soul mate, they already belonged to each other.
Ever since, they have a love-love-dislike-love relationship. He gives her the will to go on walks and to the dog park. She feeds him, all 120+ pounds of him. He sighs and puts his head on her lap when he’s feeling down, and she gives him long hugs and whispers that he’s “such a good boy” in his ear. Sometimes he begs for a little too long, or he won’t get out of the bathtub when there’s a single thread of lightning. But for the most, they get along pretty well.
“If it weren’t for Buddy, I’m not sure I’d still be alive,” she’s said.
Buddy, although overweight and 13-years old, still seems hearty. Like my mom, he defies the odds. But, she noticed he was pawing at his tooth. He stopped wanting to eat very much, and he seemed lethargic. She opened up his mouth and a small grain of his tooth even come off. The vet said he needed his tooth out, and soon. Being an older dog especially, the infection could easily spread to his blood.
While some dog moms would shrug it off and think, “Well, he’s already 13 anyway,” she didn’t think twice about booking an appointment for the tooth extraction. The only downside? The vet said it would be between $500-$700. They would put her on a payment plan, but still, that kind of money takes your breath away when you’re not able to work and you have other medical expenses.
That’s why I made a secret GoFundMe for Buddy’s tooth extraction.
I don’t have expectations, but the donation of $10 from a complete stranger within the first hour of the fund being live made me tear up. The kindness of strangers makes me happy to be human.
If you’d like to donate to the fund, share the fund page, or just learn a bit more about the situation, visit Gofundme.com/buddystooth.
And, if you’ve read this far, thank you for being lovely.