文档介绍：天降“神犬”
Ever since a therapy dog visited me in the hospital, during my first cycle of 1)chemotherapy in May 2011, I became 2)fixated on the idea of having a dog of my own one day.
When you are talking to a dog about cancer, there are no judgments or taboos. The therapy dog, a small energetic 3)King Charles Spaniel, jumped around on my hospital bed, playfully tugging at the blanket on my lap. For the first time since I had fallen ill, I didn’t feel like I was being treated as if I were made of porcelain. The therapy dog made me feel like a human first, and a cancer patient second.
During the first year of my cancer treatment, adopting a dog was out of the question. I spent more time in the hospital than out. And in the time I was able to spend at home, I had to live in a 4)germ-free bubble to protect my fragile immune system. As a substitute for a real dog, my mom found “Sleepy,” my childhood stuffed dog in the attic. As embarrassing as it was for me to be toting a stuffed animal at age 22, Sleepy was the next best thing to a real puppy. He made me feel like a kid again, safe and innocent to the cruelties of the world.
Six months after my bone marrow transplant, I finally got the green light from my doctors to get a real puppy. I promised my parents that I would take numerous precautions to protect my health. The dog would wear disposable booties on walks, to keep his