So I started this post saying how I was feeling much better about Rocco. Yesterday, after speaking to the vet, I was really down. When we took him in for the biopsy I kind of knew that it was going to be another mast cell tumor. But there was one little spark of hope that maybe, just maybe it wasn't. Well, after speaking to the vet that little spark of hope had been squished like a bug and I was feeling really down.
But this morning I was (was being the operative word here) feeling much better about it. Once we got the chest x-ray and the bloodwork done I would have a whole lot more information to work with and would not be making a decision in the dark, so to speak.
So I'm typing away feeling much better when I look over at Rocco who's laying in the doorway about 4 feet from me. I glance over and notice the lump looks different. Hmmmm...... I roll my chair over there and proceed to freak! The tumor is open. There is a quarter size hole in it and I can see into it; see the blood, flesh, his muscle wall. UGH!!!!!!!! This is gross!!!! And it can't be good!!!!!!!!
I jump on the phone to the vet and we move his appointment from tomorrow to this morning. I have to take him in at 11:30. Meanwhile I have to keep him from totally licking that thing. It is gross.
So I'm skipping my training this morning so I can keep watch on him. Which I don't mind at all, I was totally not motivated this morning, but this is gross!!!!!
Okay, I'll update later on what the vet says.
UPDATE: Okay, all the things I feared are coming true right before my very eyes. Did you ever get the feeling that sometimes you shouldn't even think something because it will happen. Like you say to yourself, 'geez, hope that glass doesn't fall' and the next thing you know, crash, broken glass everywhere. Sometimes I really feel that my thoughts influence outcomes. Yeah, I don't think to much of myself at all. But I digress.
We went to the vet. They took chest x-rays and drew blood. The doc says the chest x-rays look good. The bloodwork should be back Monday or Tuesday.
As for the open, weeping wound. Due to the tendency of mast cell tumors to granulate and send histamines shooting through the body and kill the dog, the vet won't touch the wound. Rocco's licking it could set off a giant histamine reaction. Yeah, great, just what I was hoping for.
The surgery has to be done and the sooner the better. It's scheduled for Friday. At this point I can't not do it, that thing is like a time bomb sitting on his chest, maybe I should call Jack Bauer..... It kind of doesn't matter what the blood work says, this can't stay this way. So there you have it, I'm the proud owner of not 1 but 2 million dollar dogs and any dream I had of riding a Kestrel is shot to shit. Not that I'm comparing a bike to my dogs, clearly the dogs win every time, but just once I'd like to win....... See, being a grownup is not all it's cracked up to be.
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