shit shit shit shit.
fuck.
so, when my kids were young, i wasnt always there for them. health, mental and physical, time, self respect. all got in the way, and kept me from being the kind of mom that i was in my heart.
but somehow, when it is a fur baby, it seems like a bigger crime. after all, they had a dad, not that that helped all that much.
but there were lots of eyes on them. and they had mouths. boy did they have mouths.
so, biff has had a small lump on his back leg for quite a while. at first i thought it was a bite or something, watched for signs of infection. when it became clear it wasnt that, i just figured it was something that would resolve.
it sort of fell off the radar. it was the sort of soft, squishy thing that usually signal a lipoma.
fast forward to today, when the slow growth led me to get it checked out.
mast cell tumor.
seems to be sorta fatty for that sort of tumor, but...
will be removed in 10 days, and we will have a better idea if it is contained within the fat part, or whether it is really something to worry about.
many dogs have this sort of tumor, get it removed, never to return.
big thing they are concerned about is closing the wound if the whole thing is a tumor. if it is a tumor wrapped in fat, that is better.
anyway. fuck. shit. shit. fuck.
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I totally understand. When the vet came back on the room after doing the aspiration, I started weeping. PM me if you want to talk
