Help Save Ollie’s Life

My sweet boy Ollie is in really rough shape. He started vomiting on Monday Oct 25th. My mother, who was watching him at the time, called me on Tuesday to tell me he is still vomiting. But now with his head hanging low, less alert, fatigued, and clearly in a lot of discomfort. We took him to urgent care right then and there. He’s had countless blood work, scans, ultra sounds and an endoscopy. He started regurgitating bile, but by day 3 it was a dark substance he was coughing up, indicating a bleed. He was hooked up to an iv and provided antibiotics, fluids, and medications to help with movement in his system. Through the endoscopy they were able to indicate ulcerations and a heavy thickening of his stomach lining. Despite all the medication, treatment, and care the hospital was able to provide, he is still regurgitating.

He was diagnosed with a mass cell tumor and pending the results of the biopsy, possibly spread to his GI tract. Causing it to not work properly.

To add insult to injury, somewhere along the way, due to all the regurgitation, he developed aspirated pneumonia.

We are almost a full week into this. I have two options at this point. Fight for him and his life. Or say goodbye.

At this point in time, I don’t feel like I did everything to help him. The hospital can only do so much with the tools and technologies that they have. Until I get to that point, where I feel like I did all I can for him, I will not give up on him. I will be transferring him to a specialist to see if we can further his care.

I am a single mom of two little ones, working on a teachers salary. I’ll be paying off the current bill, from his hospital visit, for years to come.

Ollie is my first child. I’ve had him in my life for the last ten years. Everyone who has met Ollie and grown to know him, loves him. He’s been the best travel companion, best friend to my kids, and the most soothing comfort to me during all my rough years. I’ll walk to hell and back for my children. Ollie is included in that. He’s a family dog. So loved on every level. I need to help my boy.

Me and God have been working together to keep him healthy, safe, and strong. When I visited him last night, I asked him if he wanted to go home. He perked up and stared at me with those big brown bright eyes of his. My heart broke.

My children ask everyday where he is. They know he is at the hospital and still needs lots of care. But they miss him. I miss him.

What I’m asking for, is desperate help. I am not the type of person to put my personal business out into the world, but I need to call on you guys for help.

I want to be able to provide the best care for him that I can. Regardless of the outcome.

Whatever you can contribute is immensely appreciated.

Thank you for reading my story. ❤️