I tried to be positive but had heard so much about disturbing these tumors that I was pretty restless all night. John is the one who did the very wonderful football injury surgery on Baz' knee 2 winters ago. I know he's a good surgeon and that Baz was in very good hands.
When I called at 1:30, the technician told me Baz was operated on first thing in the morning and that the surgery was done by 10. Whew! I knew if the surgery took very long it would not be very good news. She said he was resting comfortably and doing quite well. That I should come in around 3 to speak with John and pick up the Baz. This vet believes that animals heal better at home so if the human can manage it he sends the recuperating dog or cat home the same day. I agree with him whole heartedly.
So I accomplished a lot more 'forgotten' stuff and left the house at 2:30. Of course I got behind a dump truck doing 45 and then we had a deluge. Once I got there the technician checked to see if Baz was awake and he was, so I did the emptying my bank account thing into their coffers, then listened to the med instructions and then waited for John to be free to speak with me.
John acts very matter of fact. He speaks very fast and very technical. His bedside manner is atrocious. I think if I was just starting with them now I might not stay, but, since I was introduced to this clinic via his then wife, who is also a vet, but very mothering and working more on the homeopathic side, I got used to him. Also when we decided it was time to let SmokeyBlue go to that great green bunny heaven, John had tears in his eyes as he gave the little guy his shot. He also was quite sympathetic and supporting. So I have learned that he has a crusty outside with a soft inside.
So while we go out to my car and John is picking up this 81# rottie and unceremoniously putting him into the back of my Pilot, he is telling me about dead blood and serum and seepage, all in the rain. I asked him to explain and repeat several things but in essence, all is well. He said he thought I'd be wasting my money to send a sample to the lab as he was mostly sure it was a fatty tumor and that it would not grow back.
Basel is alert, happy, moving well but sleeping a lot today. I am happy, relieved and delighted with the prognosis.
To celebrate here's a new Jacquie Lawson Pelmanism card for you to play with.
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