We went to the vet this morning. While waiting (there were 2 emergency cases today), we barked at a very nice lady. Her car, front and back:
Hmmmm, does that remind you of anyone we know?
Since they both claim to be the “crazy lady”, it isn’t safe here with two of them on the loose.
Now to the vet. It’s not a good sign when I need my once every 25 day shot for Addison’s disease and my bandage changed but am told that the vet needs to talk to us. Usually the shot and bandage are handled by vet techs, not the vet. The story is that the results of the biopsy on my dear, departed toe are in. There’s good news and bad news. The bad news is that there was a tumo(u)r. Melanoma. The good news is that the cancerous count was low. The MI (mitotic index) at the worst point was 3 per 400 x field. Now, I’m not medical but was told that it was low. The other piece of good news is that there was no melanoma at the edge of the toe that was nearest to my (now mangled) body. They got it all. They think I’m safe for a year but they have tests they can run. X-rays, ultrasound, and an experimental melanoma vaccine. The peeps need to think about this but the first inclination is that if I have a year, I will be almost 13. They need to think about doing anything and my quality of life (which is improving daily).
Oh yeah, I forgot. Besides the other two, I’m the third crazy lady around here. There ought to be a warning sign on the roads.
I feel a crisis coming on.