This morning, Sir Tux and I were up before the birds, and off to the vet. The vet took some blood, did a fine needle biopsy and gave Tux a pretty purple bandage in return.
|"I hate you."|
The vet called me at work this afternoon. Unfortunately, she can't tell what the growth is from the biopsy. So he goes in for removal surgery on Wednesday. While she's in there, she is going to take a larger sample and see if they can figure out what it is. If it's bad (i.e. bad cancer), she'll give me a call we'll decide if they should go ahead and amputate his leg.
So for now, it's just keeping him comfy and happy, which as long as I'm not hauling him off to the vet, is pretty easy.
There's lots planned for the weekend, including a dye session (we've got to get the shop restocked now!) so I'll be back soon with some non-Tux content.
|"But, I like it when it's all about me...."|