'Cause Dr. K said so!

I hold my oncologist, Dr. K, in high regard. She's wise, she's personable enough, and she doesn't mince any words in the exam room. Love that!

In my latest follow-up with her a few weeks ago, she at some point said "Start with a dog." Who cares what the context was - really, does it matter?! - I just wrote that down verbatim on my list-o-questions sheet I always bring in with me. What she said stuck in my brain all day until Joshua got home that evening. 

We've been hemming and hawing over adopting a dog for what seems like a long time - at least the better part of a year. Something finally clicked for us, because four short days later, we adopted Daisy:

Miss Daisy.

She's 100% puppy and is a delightful (mostly!) handful. Already I can't imagine our home life without her presence. And Joshua is just as smitten as I am. She's brought joy in a challenging time stemming from various upsets in the cancer world for others. 

She loves sitting in laps after she's gotten exercise.

A puppy that plays hard, sleeps hard.

Everyone's pooped after playtime. 

She's made friends with Tater...

...and took a nap in his bed.
Which looks enormous with her in it!

Lexi is getting used to Daisy in her own time.

When they're both fuzzy-headed,
interesting photo opportunities arise! 

Last week I received a call from my oncologist's office. All looks good with my tumor markers and other blood levels that she regularly checks. The news makes flying solo for the next 6 month window (not the typical 3 months) a wee bit easier.

This picture is from the evening I received my results. What great comfort to catch this moment in time with a bunch of colored pixels. I feel content.

So all this boils down to is: 

"Feeling well, got a dog, and did it 'cause the Dr. said so!"