Yesterday evening we went and picked up Snoopy, and got a chance to speak with the vet regarding his test results.
The bad news is that the tumor they found was malignant. The good news is that the results on his lymph nodes were negative, so that means the cancer hadn't metastasized there. Now we're waiting for the vet to speak with the pathologist to determine what, if any, treatment options there are. We're supposed to find out within the next few days.
Snoopy seems to be doing great though, as he's pretty much back to his normal self, eating well, and otherwise acting like nothing happened. The total bill from the vet came in just under $3600. Looks like we may not be painting the house after all! Marc has been jokingly calling him "Enron," aka Worst Investment Ever. In all seriousness though, I couldn't imagine not doing the surgery - in the end, it really is just money, and as my mom said, you can always make that back.
Day Off
I took a day off work yesterday, and while my original plan had been to just totally veg and do nothing of substance all day, I ended up being pretty busy. I had to wake up early to take two of the kittens to the vet to get spayed. After that, I worked on the craigslist ad for one of the other TVAR fosters, and then I had to make a trip to the shelter to pick up some adoption forms.
I grabbed some lunch, watched some TV and played on the computer a bit before taking a short nap. Then it was back to the vet's office to pick up the kittens. I watched "The Cave" (bad movie) on TV for a bit, then went and cleaned up the garage a little. I managed to clear out quite a bit of space, so now we actually have some visible floor in there. Work also called, but thankfully it wasn't something I needed to go in for.
It was funny, Marc was gone Tuesday night, which meant it was just me and the pets at home. Normally we sleep with our bedroom doors open, but I still have the "monster in the house" syndrome, and I get paranoid about it when I'm alone. So I closed one door, and then left the other just slightly ajar so that the cats could get in and out. I had just gotten into bed when Bandit got up, walked over to the door, stuck his nose through the opening, and pushed the door open. He looked out into the hallway for a second, looked back at me, turned around, and went back to where he was sleeping. He's such a strange little guy.
So I probably could've used another day off, but this is sort of nice because now it's like I have a two day work week.
Poor Snoopy. :( I hope he can recover from this!
I'm also glad to hear that I'm not the only "adult" (hehehe, I put quotes because I don't feel like one) who has "monster in the house" syndrome. I even freak out when I'm alone in my apartment, which is small and only has 3 rooms.