Yesterday, Mr. Scooter ran across the street to bark at our neighbor who was mowing his grass and managed to get a toenail caught in something, and almost completely ripped it out. Those toenails bleed like a son of a gun. I could see the blood all over the road and when I picked him up it dripped all over my arm and hand. Luckily, Lily, my every two weeks cleaning pro, was there and she got some paper towels and drove us the two blocks to the veterinarian who completed the toenail removal and bandaged him up. Of course, by the time we were back home, Scooter managed to rip off the top part of the bandage. Thank goodness for duct tape and for the Cone of Shame. So, every time he needs to go outside, I have to put a baggy with rubber band over the whole mess and then he clumps down the deck to the backyard.
His bandage should come off tomorrow, Friday. Which is the same day I go in for my next CT scan. This time with contrast. So, fingers crossed that things continue to shrink or at least not growing. If so, I will be back on Mon for my next chemo. If not, then we will see.