After fourteen years with too numerous to count misdiagnoses, this is my daily journey living with an unknown disease that has made me fully physically dependent, living by the help from my family, friends, and beloved service dog. It is how I have chosen to define myself to remain whole in spite of it.

Unexpected Drama

As stated by the name of my blog, I am a medical mystery. If I had a dollar for every time a doctor said to me, “we can’t explain this” —referring to either the whole of my case or a specific symptom—I would be a very wealthy woman.

Now, I’m the only one in my family with this status, and that works for all of us as we don’t need anymore drama.

Camelot, however, had other ideas.

This past week, he turned green. Yes, green. As in, my white standard poodle had all four legs symmetrically green riding up his belly to his back. It then progressed up his neck and around his jaw.

From our vets vast experience, and google, there is no explanation for why a dog literally turns green without any other symptoms.

It started last Tuesday, when I began to comment to my mother that Camelot was looking multi-colored—a blueish green.

By Wednesday he was light phosphate green.

On Thursday he was a stand-out, undeniable phosphate green.

By then, we had called the vets and did everything we could at home, as our vet was at a conference. We checked his vitals-normal. We checked his gums—rosy pink; perfect. We checked his ears—a lovely clear blush pink. His demeanor was the same and he had his full appetite. The only thing we noticed was that he was getting slightly annoyed with all the new attention.

We rubbed a patch of him with alcohol to see if it was topical and made any difference. It only made the green shinier.

On Friday afternoon, my green dog, went to the vets, at which time the office all declared he was a nice phosphate green, with no other symptoms and no reasonable explanation. There had been no change in environment or food. He seemed to be in no distress.

Now, Camelot is a service dog, which our vet is very aware of, so we take extra precautions with his health. But in this case, as he seemed to be perfectly content, all indications seemed to point to normal health; so we all agreed to give it a few more days.

On Saturday, he was a lighter phosphate green.

By Monday, I had a white dog again.

I have no words for this experience. Except, to simply announce to the universe, that I really, really don’t need any more medical mysteries in my family.

But, if, Universe, you do happen to have this happen again, please let it happen on Halloween. Camelot would make the cutest Yoda!

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