One Beagle\'s Quest to Kick Cancer\'s Arse
Hey Will!!! Missed you for the game yesterday! Did u hear, the Bucks beat Cal!! Mom and dad told me about your foot, what a bummer!! Since you won’t have a foot, that means I can’t eat your bandages any more 🙁 You’ll still make me Scooby Snacks right??! Come home soon buddy, Izzy’s going totally wacko without you!!
~ Henry Beagle
Hi, my name is Will Beagle. Well, my official royal title is HRH Prince William of Sunset Cliffs, although my pawrents and friends have declared that with recent developments, I’ve been elevated to HRH King William III of Sunset Cliffs. I live in La Casa de los Beagles with my pawrents and two beagly siblings, Queen Isabella and the mischievious Prince Henry.
For the past several years, I’ve had this ridiculous paw pad that just refused to be healed. My doctors suspected it might be a tumor, but a number of biopsies returned with the following results: abnormal cells, but not cancer. Well, the third time is the charm: cancer. We don’t know what type, because the cells are so “primitive” but it is clear there is some sort of tumor in there. We’re concerned it might have been there for quite some time and that some nasty cancer cells might be floating around in my body. Fortunately, though, none of them appear to have taken root somewhere else in my body and I generally feel great.
That said, my pawrents and I decided after much thought that the best way to get me back on my feet and back to the beach is to amputate the leg with the offending paw pad. Generally, I think they are getting upset over nothing as I’m looking forward to no longer having the pain of an ulcerated paw pad or having it constantly bandaged and being confined to La Casa de los Beagles. That said, it’s going to be a tricky recovery as I’m a bit of a klutz.
If all goes well, my surgery is tomorrow, so everyone keep your fingers, toes, arms, legs, and paws crossed.