I realized that I never wrote an update here about Brody. We had been waiting for the specialists to figure out what was wrong with him, and they did. Unfortunately, it's not what we wanted to hear. He definitely has doggy prostate cancer. How's that for sad?
We chose not to do chemotherapy or radiation treatment, because those likely would only give him one year, which is about the same estimate that the doctors are giving him without any treatment.
So, he's on pain pills and anti-inflammatories and he gets to eat pumpkin everyday (to keep him “regular”), which he loves. He feels fine and has lots of energy and, best of all, doesn't know his own diagnosis, so for now he's continuing to live his happy goofy fun Brody life. He's doing just fine, and we love him.