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dropped the cat off for surgery; COBRA
Jul. 30th, 2009 08:23 amSo, last week when I brought my dog in for his ear infection*, I told the vet about the pea-shaped mobile little cyst in my littlest cat Kako's armpit that I discovered about a month ago, which has gotten bigger and was starting to frighten me. So we made an appointment for this past Tuesday to bring her in so he could look at it. And I brought her in Tuesday and he looked at it. ( discussion of why I like and trust this vet )
So I just dropped her off at 07:30am this morning to have the lump removed. The vet said he will do the surgery between 10am-12pm and she should be out of the sedation by 4:30pm if I want to call and check on her. Then I pick her up tomorrow AM.
I have an appointment at 1pm to meet with my mom's attorney to officially begin the probate process for her estate. I have to give him an official copy of her death certificate and a retainer check for $500. (But we just got her life insurance check so that's covered.) I hope I will be done with the attorney by 4:30pm so I can check on my baby cat.
She's not a baby, of course; she's like 12 years old. The vet said he was not going to put her under general anaesthesia "because of her age" -- he was going to sedate her and then use a local anaesthetic as well. I just call her my baby cat because she always was the youngest and she's the littlest. What she lacks in stature she makes up for in fur...
I am trying to be optimistic but (1) that doesn't run in my gene pool and (2) a month after my mother died, I'm just not capable of it. I thought nothing worse could happen than my mom dying a month ago. After all, I'd already had my dad go in 2005, and my step-dad in 2007, fast, when the metastatic lesions in his liver took him over; so then my mom died, suddenly, but not unexpectedly 6/26/09, and I figured, this is as bad as it can get, right?
Well. Turns out, maybe not.
So I'm just kind of quietly freaking out, wondering if I'll be burying yet another loved one in the next few days/weeks and praying it isn't something metastatic. Plus hoping when I get Kako home Friday AM she doesn't go berserk and rip out her stitches or something.
( details of the dog's ear infection, his anti-depressant effect on me, and incredible capacity for repetitive object retrieval; oh, and my COBRA papers finally arrived )
So I just dropped her off at 07:30am this morning to have the lump removed. The vet said he will do the surgery between 10am-12pm and she should be out of the sedation by 4:30pm if I want to call and check on her. Then I pick her up tomorrow AM.
I have an appointment at 1pm to meet with my mom's attorney to officially begin the probate process for her estate. I have to give him an official copy of her death certificate and a retainer check for $500. (But we just got her life insurance check so that's covered.) I hope I will be done with the attorney by 4:30pm so I can check on my baby cat.
She's not a baby, of course; she's like 12 years old. The vet said he was not going to put her under general anaesthesia "because of her age" -- he was going to sedate her and then use a local anaesthetic as well. I just call her my baby cat because she always was the youngest and she's the littlest. What she lacks in stature she makes up for in fur...
I am trying to be optimistic but (1) that doesn't run in my gene pool and (2) a month after my mother died, I'm just not capable of it. I thought nothing worse could happen than my mom dying a month ago. After all, I'd already had my dad go in 2005, and my step-dad in 2007, fast, when the metastatic lesions in his liver took him over; so then my mom died, suddenly, but not unexpectedly 6/26/09, and I figured, this is as bad as it can get, right?
Well. Turns out, maybe not.
So I'm just kind of quietly freaking out, wondering if I'll be burying yet another loved one in the next few days/weeks and praying it isn't something metastatic. Plus hoping when I get Kako home Friday AM she doesn't go berserk and rip out her stitches or something.
( details of the dog's ear infection, his anti-depressant effect on me, and incredible capacity for repetitive object retrieval; oh, and my COBRA papers finally arrived )