There are words that stop the world when heard. Cancer is one of them.
He was fifteen years old. Other kids at that age spend their days thinking about their friends, his only dream is to grow old.
His father told me his story: -“One day at school they ask you for permission for a typical medical examination and you sign the paper without further ado, but days later your phone rings. The doctor who wants to see you. He doesn’t say anything to you but you know something is up.
-We saw something strange- he says to you when you meet him -We still don’t know what happened-. Then hundreds of tests come, one day they tell you the diagnosis – Leukemia – and your whole world disappears. From that moment on, your life has only one name: cancer.
In the following days, you dedicate yourself to portraying a smile that hides your pain in front of him. Then comes treatments and finally the hope of a possible transplant. Now is the time to seek that miracle. We’ve arranged everything, but our dog is missing. He can’t come and my son is so overwhelmed by the fact that he is in a cage or may feel abandoned. By the way, do you know anyone who can protect him and take care of him as he needs and deserves?-
It’s been months, almost a year since that conversation, and luckily everything went well. Today the dog is re-living with his family, and the disease is already just a part of the past. Throughout the entire process, the dog always lived in a family and fortunately the transplant was a complete success. Yes, the story ended well, but what if we didn’t have a family to take care of your dog? How would it affect his recovery? Especially when mental health is as important as physical health in such sensitive situations, why is nothing planned for such cases?