I am a retired R.N. I first got cancer of the Vulva in 1988 I had 34 surgeries (because I refused a Vulvectomy) my surgeon was a woman and a plastic one at that, you would never know I had so much surgery. I seemed to be all clear for around 5yrs, then I found the "LUMP" I had a Lumpectomy, Radio Therapy along with some drugs to take for 5yrs, brilliant I dodged yet another bullet.
My mind however did not feel so good,I was overwhelmed, cried at the drop of a hat and felt devastated, my husband (the best in the world) was wonderful, but it didnt help, I was losing the plot.
Then I realised I needed something that would rely on me (like my kid's did yrs ago) So I decided to get a dog, a Black Poodle.
I gave him a name, bought him £250 worth of toys bed's and treats, 6 weeks before we got him.
His name is Denzel (because he Black and Beautiful) he is the best thing that happened to me after the surgery and he has saved my sanity for sure, I am happy, not worried and feel great.
We are lucky enough to have a home in Spain as well as here in the UK and Denzel is a frequent flyer, I take him with me every time I go, and together we spend 7mths of the yr there, he loves it, he is known affectionately as "The Black Prince of Marbella" and is treated like royalty by me and everyone that knows him.
Breast Cancer could have killed me, Denzel has definitely saved me. So when in doubt by a beautiful black poodle, I did.
This is not a cure all, but it worked for me.
Salford, United Kingdom