Picking Hershey up
Monday, November 3, started like every other day. About 8 am I stumbled out of bed and gave Hershey and Harley their morning meds, took my own, and then went back to bed. At 11am, I got up, needing to use the restroom, said, “I’m not getting up yet!” and went back to bed. Nothing seemed off. Finally, about 1pm, I decided I needed to get my butt out of bed. I got up, put my contacts in, brushed my teeth, threw some old clothes on, and stumbled towards the living room, thinking I was going to take the pups out and feed them…like every other day.
I got to the where the master bedroom and kitchen floors divide and noticed someone had gotten sick. It wasn’t bad, and thought it was Harley. He’s the one with the tender belly. I look up and Tim is standing in the living room with paper towels in his hand. I asked him what was going on and “someone” had gotten sick in the living room as well, and there was a place where someone had taken a dump in front of the TV. I vaguely remembered Makeda, our 20 mo old Rottie, trying to wake me up. We figured she had tried to wake us up, couldn’t, so she did what she needed to do. We both figured it was Harley who had gotten sick. I went to the extra bedroom, where the paper towels are kept, and grabbed another roll. I went to clean up Makeda’s mess and heard, “Its OK, girl. Hershey, its ok,” from behind me. I asked Tim if she was ok. He said, “No.”
I dropped everything. Suddenly it felt like the clocked stopped. Nothing mattered but Hershey. They were maybe 3 steps from me, but it felt like much further. She was laying against the couch, and he was sitting next to her side. I went towards her head. I asked him what happened. He replied, “She’s walking like she’s drunk. She’s leaning to the right side.” At that moment, I had a flashback to when we lost our cat, Domino, nine years ago to liver failure. I lifted her eyelid looking for jaundice. Her eyes were white, like they should be. OK…not her liver.
We both sat there for what seemed like forever. Both of us scared, both of us thinking the same thing, but neither of us saying a word. Finally he broke the silence with, “She had a stroke.” One of us said, “She needs to go in, now!” I think Tim took the other three out to potty, but I’m really not sure. I went and changed clothes quickly, called the vet and said, “I need to get Hershey in NOW! We think she had a stroke.” This was one time Harley didn’t go with us. Hershey needed both of our undivided attention. I did think to grab my emergency meds and throw them in my purse. We left with Hershey, scared to death that she would never return home.
We get to the vets office and I run in and tell them that we need help. Hershey is a fighter, and she has never accepted help. This was no exception. She couldn’t walk, but she didn’t want to be carried. The got David, a big guy, to come carry her in. As we expected her to do, she arched her back, but we got her in room 6, the large room that is quickly becoming “our room”. They already had a blanket on the floor waiting for her.
We sat in the room, me on the floor with Hershey, for what felt like an eternity. I was trying my best to stay calm. I knew she NEEDED me to be calm. A couple of techs came in and got a quick history. We were asked if we wanted the first available vet or if we wanted her vet. We wanted the best for Hershey, and that meant Dr. King. We sat with her and waited for her doctor. It probably wasn’t but a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. When Dr. King walked in, she was calm and had a solemn look on her face. I could tell she knew as much as she could going into it. I think she asked for more details, and Tim gave them, but I really can’t remember. I was so scared I was about to lose my girl. Dr. King did an exam, looked in her eyes, and listened to her heart. I remember her saying, “I don’t like that,” after listening to her heart, and saying her eyes weren’t responding to the light properly. She suggested an EKG.
The order of how everything happened that visit isn’t clear in my memory. At some point, “Old Dog Vestibular Disease” was mentioned as the most common cause of these symptoms, and if that was it, a full recovery is expected. It’s a scary onset, but isn’t really a big deal. However, there were other potential causes, and when she developed vertical nystagmus, we knew the central nervous system was involved. Dr. King suggested taking Hershey to the specialist in Mandeville, and while the EKG was being done in the back, I called and made the appointment for the next afternoon… the soonest we could get there.
Dr. King suggested a cardiopet, where they send the EKG is sent over the phone lines to a cardiologist who reads the report and calls with recommendations within minutes. After the EKG was done and before the recommendations came in, Dr. King came in the room to let us know that Hershey was resting calmly. The cardiologist should call soon. For some reason, I very clearly remember her saying, “I won’t lie to you,” I don’t remember the context, but I completely believe that statement, and because of it, I completely trust her. Another vet came in and told her the cardiologist was on the phone, so that sentence wasn’t finished.
When she returned, she read the report that had a bunch of medical terms that I didn’t know, and am still trying to learn. The recommendation was to do to a IV shot of lidocaine, consult with a neurologist, and follow up with another EKG the following day. I didn’t know that lidocaine, the stuff used for toothaches, can help a heart arrhythmia, but at least short term, it can. Hershey was brought back in, and Dr. King put an IV catheter in Hershey’s front leg, and since we were going to the specialist the next day, she taped it down so they would have quick access, and Hershey wouldn’t have to deal with another stick. Once that was done, we headed out. It was getting late in the afternoon and Tim had to work that night.
Leaving the exam room, it was Tim and the tech with Hershey, followed by Dr. King, and then I was behind her. I saw Hershey arch her back, it looked like they were going to drop her, and I cried out her name. Dr. King turned around and hugged me. She reassured me that we were getting Hershey to the best possible place as soon as we could, and told me to contact her on Facebook that evening. I was going to be home alone, unable to drive should something happen, and scared to death.
We got home, and by time I got everyone settled, I already had a message from Dr. King checking in on us. Throughout the evening, and the rest of the week, we stayed in contact through Facebook messenger. I have never had a vet show that much sincerity, that much compassion, and in all honesty, what got me through that night was knowing she was there and could tell me what to do if something happened. Thankfully, the night was uneventful.
The next morning Hershey’s neurological signs were improving from the day before. That Old Dog Vestibular Disease thing looked more promising to me. Tim got home from work, got a cat nap, and off we went. We debated on whether Harley was going with us or not, but decided in the end that it was best for him to be there. When we got to Mandeville, the receptionists had a moment of confusion because Harley is also a patient of theirs. It took a second for that to get settled, and I got the new patient paperwork done for Hershey.
When we saw the neurologist, she did a neurological exam and said the word Tim was expecting, but I feared, “stroke”. She looked at the referral paperwork, the EKG report from the day before, and recommended a workup that crossed over into the internal medicine department to get to the bottom of what was going on with her heart. The internal medicine specialist, Dr. Stroup, is Harley’s specialist, and one I’ve been working with for over a year. I felt more comfortable that she was also on the case. They sent us to lunch while they did their work up. We went to lunch, but neither of us ate much. We then went to PetsMart to get the girls’ food since we were out at home. They normally eat kibble, but with Hershey not feeling well, we got her the canned version. We returned as they were finishing the ultrasound.
When they were finished with the work up, they put us in the visiting room with big leather couches and chairs. I thought, “Uh oh. This can’t be good.” The neurologist came in and explained that the ultrasound and x-rays really didn’t show much. The ventricle was slightly enlarged, and she has some mitral valve regurge, but nothing that would cause the arrhythmia. Her blood work was perfect, but the EKG showed more abnormal beats than normal beats. They were transferring the case to internal medicine, and she needed to be admitted to the ICU. They were going to try to get the arrhythmia under control with an IV, and then transfer her to oral medication. I broke down and asked to speak with Dr. Stroup. I wanted to hear from her what she thought. I also already had a report with her, and I guess I was looking for reassurance that my girl was going to be ok. Dr. Stroup came in, we discussed Hershey’s meds (which we didn’t bring with us as we weren’t expecting to leave her), her temperament, and just stuff that momma felt they needed to know. I wanted to see her. I almost asked to see her, but I knew that to see her and then leave her would cause her too much stress. Reluctantly, I left my girl and left for home…two hours away.
They said we could call 24/7 to check on her. I thought, “They are going to regret giving me that option.” At first everything was fine. I made sure she got her thyroid meds, and they said they were going to feed her at 11pm. I called at 11:30 to make sure she ate. The tech said she hadn’t eaten yet. Her arrhythmia was acting up, was borderline, and if it got to a certain point, they were going to put her on some new meds. Tim told me that’s not unusual. He wasn’t concerned. A little after 1am, I called to make sure she was ok. This time, the emergency doctor answered. My heart fell and I held the phone so Tim could hear, “Her neurological signs are reappearing and she is no longer responding to the arrhythmia medication. She isn’t responding to any medication.” Tim took the phone and I lost it. I had Makeda on one side, Harley on the other, and Tim was also right there. I couldn’t breathe. All I could think was, “I’m about to lose my girl, and she’s two hours away. She’s scared. She’s in a strange place with people she doesn’t know, and I can’t get to her.” About half an hour later, I think, the doctor called back. She was responding. Her arrhythmia was back under control. She was ok, for now.
The next morning, Tim talked to Dr. Stroup. She was at a loss for what was causing this. She had done just about every test in the book, but couldn’t find anything abnormal. They did a troponin level, a cardiac enzyme. This would be the only test that showed any real insight into the situation. It came back at 2.0. Normal is below 0.2. Tim said that meant she had a heart attack. After Tuesday night, she improved steadily. Wednesday evening, I had a text conversation with Dr. Stroup. Hershey was doing well. When she wouldn’t eat her food, they gave her chicken. She didn’t eat much, if any, of her food. I wonder if they know they got played…at least a little.
Thursday, they said to be there between 1:30 and 2pm. I think we were there about 1:20. The mood was much lighter. My girl was coming home. When they came to get us, they brought Hershey to get us. She was so excited. The took us to a larger room with almost no furniture. I sat on the floor with my girl and Harley. Hershey was ready to blow the joint. She wouldn’t sit still. Dr. Stroup came in, and honestly, I couldn’t tell you what all she said right now, but I do have the typed report. She came home on a new cardiac medication, and an EKG in a week or two was mentioned.
She has been home 3 days. Her neurological signs are almost completely gone. She has a very slight head tilt, but other than that, she appears to be neurologically back to normal. Her arrhythmia is still there, but her heart is getting the oxygen it needs. There is a probability that there will need to be medication adjustments made, but she is not in immediate danger.
A week ago right now, I had just finished reading The Innocent Man by John Grisham. I didn’t have an immediate worry. Right now, I cry at every normal thing Hershey does. I hold her tight. I hold all four of my babies tighter. I have a new level of trust and respect for Dr. King, Dr. Palermo (who stayed in touch by phone from Tuesday through Friday, calling to check up on her daily after he found out what happened), and Dr. Stroup. I am grateful for Tim’s boss who understood the situation, letting him have Tuesday off. I realize more than ever that tomorrow is not promised to any of us, and life can change in the blink of an eye. I almost believe in the power of prayer a little bit more.