Nancy Vorderman Facebook ad: “8 Weeks of Healing. Gone in One Jump.”

Ran for 30 days, from August 31 to September 30, 2026, the last day Crush saw it.
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I am going to say something that nobody who owns a dog recovering without CCL surgery wants to hear and I don’t give a f*k if it upsets you. You CANNOT let a setback happen during recovery. I know because my dog had a setback and if I had known what I know now, it never would have happened. This day one year ago was the worst day of my life. My name is Nancy Vorderman. I live in Tampa, Florida, with my German shepherd, Rocco. Rocco tore his CCL. Our vet kept pushing us to do TPLO surgery, but Rocco's almost 10. If I put him under, he might not wake up. So I decided to go the natural route. We used a brace, supplements, and plenty of rest. And for the first five weeks, Rocco did amazing. He started walking normally when I let him out to potty. He seemed like he was in less pain. I was confident I'd made the right decision for him. But boy, was I wrong. On week seven, we had a major setback. I had just finished feeding the koi fish in our pond. And as I was turning around to go inside, Rocco came RUNNING over to me. Tail wagging. Goofy grin. I screamed "NO! DON'T RUN!" But it was too late. I brought him inside and boom. Limping. And it was bad. He was lifting his leg as high as I've ever seen him do. My first thought was, how did this happen? So I walked to our living room where Rocco's pen was. Everything seemed normal. Until I saw his pee pad. What I saw shocked me. It was shuffled and folded into a mess. Clearly used by Rocco as grip to escape from his pen. I lost it. I felt stupid for leaving him alone even though he was feeling better. But I was even more heartbroken for what this meant for Rocco. Back to zero walks. Strict rest in his "jail cell," his pen. No playing with his friends. "Another three months," I thought. But I was wrong again. The weeks to come were the worst yet. The first week after the setback was actually fine. Rocco wasn't holding his leg up as much. But week two was bad. Really bad. He began lifting his leg higher than ever. He was in pain. And every week after that was just this horrible cycle. One week we would see progress. Then the next week, we would go two steps backward. I started to get very discouraged. What if Rocco might never be able to run and play again? What if I lose my best friend? I thought about doing the surgery. I told myself that if Rocco didn't wake up from the anesthesia, it was still better than years of suffering. But as I dialed the very last digit of the vet's number, I remembered Betty. Book club Betty. She was the one who had given me the number for this vet. She'd tried natural healing for six months but gave up. She told me she'd scheduled the surgery but pulled out at the last minute. "Betty? Hey, it's Alicia from book club." "Alicia! How are you, darling?" "I'm hanging in there. How's Coco doing?" There was a pause. "Funny you ask. It was rough at first, but we got through it." I told her about Rocco. The setback. The pee pad. The pen. How we were back to square one. And how I'd just been dialing the vet to schedule the surgery. "Don't you dare," she said. "Let me tell you what happened with Coco first." Betty had been through the exact same thing. And Coco's setback came from one small jump. That was it. She'd scheduled the surgery too. And was ready to go through with it. But right before, she found a different vet. One who works with canine athletes. And he explained everything. He told her athletes can't do CCL surgery because even though it works, there's a high chance their mobility will be limited. And if a canine athlete is immobile, their career is over. So for years, they've had no choice but to understand how to actually heal a CCL naturally. And here's what he told her about Coco. In the beginning, Coco seemed consistent because the tear wasn't that bad yet. But after that one jump, it became a full tear. So on the days her pain was low, she'd seem fine. And on the days it was high, she'd be much worse. That was the two steps forward, two steps back. But then he explained why a setback is so much worse than the first tear. Once a dog has a full tear, they can barely move. And if they can't move, the blood doesn't flow. And if the blood doesn't flow, none of the nutrients can reach the CCL. "But Alicia," she said. "There was one more thing." "And this is the part that scared me." The vet told her that when a senior dog is stuck inside all day. When they can't run. Can't play. Can't do the things they love. They start to lose that puppy spirit. It's like a senior who takes a hard fall and is never quite the same after. "Coco was almost there," Betty said. "I caught it just in time. So please. Don't make that call yet." That night, I ordered Paw Pro Vet. It arrived two days later. Week one. His limp was bad at the beginning of the week. But the next day, it was slightly better, and it didn't get worse. Week three. Rocco started putting his leg down more and limping less. Still no "bad days" where his progress would go backwards. Week five. Noticeable improvement. The limp was practically gone and he wasn't in pain. We still weren't back to where he was before the setback. But for some reason I felt confident. Because I actually understood what was going on. And every bit of progress we made had stayed. No more going two steps backward again. By week twelve, I felt like I had my dog back. We went to Vulture Canyon for a hike. Rocco jumped in the front seat of my Jeep just like old times. At the start of the trail, we walked past a family. The little girl said, "He's soooo cute, how old is he?" Her parents looked shocked when I said he was almost 10. One mile in, one of the park rangers was walking toward us. He waved and asked where we'd been. I told him about Rocco's CCL tear. I hesitated before telling him I didn't do surgery. But he was surprised, and didn't even know natural healing existed. He said, "I wish I had talked to you before I spent $5,000 on that damn surgery." I smiled and said nothing. This isn't some fantasy. This is what being a good owner is about.
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8 Weeks of Healing. Gone in One Jump. 😭
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