We had a bit of a scare earlier this week with Koda.
Sunday he stopped wanting to eat. When a corgi doesn't want to eat, you know there's a problem.
He kind of was okay Monday until Monday night when we were giving him his shot and we both noticed his right side of his snout was swollen. The swelling went down overnight, but we noticed he felt warm and his appetite was nothing like it normally was.
We took him to the vet Tuesday. The vet was so busy that they couldn't give us an appointment, but said we could drop him off, the vet would evaluate him when he could and give us a call.
On pins and needles we waited until the phone rang.
The vet doesn't usually speak to you on the phone unless it is something major. His techs tell what is wrong, the recommended treatment, you agree to it, and then it is carried out.
So when the tech called, I knew it wasn't bad news because the vet will deliver bad news over the phone. Been there, done that when Koda was diagnosed with lymphoma back in 2011.
But it was inconclusive news. They did an aspirate of where he was swollen and it came back mostly white blood cells (infection) but also some other cells the vet couldn't quite figure out. He wanted a pathologist to look at the slide which we agreed to do. He said there may be some lymph glands in there. We panicked. Lymph cells would mean Koda's lymphoma was back.
We cried. We planned. We didn't want him to suffer. That is always our intent. We don't want him to suffer to keep him alive because we can't bear to part from him.
I picked him up from the vet because of hubby's work schedule and had to talk to the vet. I panicked, thinking "okay, he's going to give me bad news, I will not cry." He actually had good news, Koda looked healthy, he just wasn't sure, he didn't suspect anything, but just wanted another opinion.
I paid for the services and waited for Koda to be brought out. One of the receptionists who had been with us all through Koda's chemotherapy and cancer asked me "are you okay?" I said "yes, better than I was a few hours ago." She said she fell apart when she heard there was a possibility Koda could have lymphoma. I said it was going to be a sad day when that day came. We hugged. She said they were here for us.
We took Koda home. Over the next few days he eventually got his appetite back and his energy and started to feel like the corgi he used to be.
He was on antibiotics, pain pills, eye drops because his right eye was really goopy.
And we waited for the final news. Would the slide sent to the pathologist indicate a return of lymphoma?
The vet had to shave him where they did the aspiration of fluid. Someone (Koda) thought it would be good to scratch it.
Someone caused the area to bleed.
Someone is wearing the "cone of shame" until the area heals over a little bit.
by the grace of God......
someone had a clean slide, no cancer cells, no lymph cells, just white blood cells
indicative of infection.
And for that I am grateful.
Thank you Lord.
(and he really does look relatively stunning in that cone)