I don’t know who was shaking most, Maggie, Hubby or me when we went into the consulting room today for Maggie’s biopsy results.
Apparently the guy who operated (not the chap we saw originally or the vet today) decided not to take the whole lump as it was quite large and invasive, when perhaps it would not be necessary.
The lady vet we saw today was very pleasant, and checked Maggie’s stitches were dissolving OK. There’s no infection, and everything is healing nicely, so no need for any more medication though I will continue to give her an egg in the morning as she likes it.
The lump is a benign fibroma, which is slow growing. There is a lot of other medical jargon (we asked for a print out), and an Xray* of the head has been suggested to rule out the presence of ‘bony involvement’. Prognosis is good following complete removal*.
She recovered exceptionally well from her mammary strip two years ago, but she does not deserve this extra trauma, and the lump could leave quite a large hole in her mouth which will have to heal from the inside.
It is not life threatening or terminal, though we are not burying our heads in the sand as it will not just ‘go away’. If it becomes bothersome, we will cross that bridge when we come to it, she is almost 90 in doggie years after all.
Her appetite is good (in fact she has actually put on a bit of weight this past week), she is drinking normally, her bodily functions are OK and she is her normal bouncy, loving self.
So we have decided to let Nature take its course, and not put her through any more anesthesia, especially as it is suggested twice* above.
At the moment, she is flaked out on her cushion in front of the radiator, contentedly giving it ZZZZs. The relief is tremendous.