Last week my wife and I were sitting on pins and needles waiting for a report on the growth removed the previous week from our dog Max. Things weren’t looking good. According to the diagnosis the previous week when some cells were extracted from the growth, Max had a rare cancer that couldn’t be cured. It could be anywhere from weeks to 18 months.
Thursday morning the call came in. I caught my breath before answering the phone and answered with a weak “hello?” It was Dr. Sparks from the animal clinic and she sounded rather upbeat. I thought to myself, “Hey, this could be good.” And it was. As a matter of fact, it turned out to be better than anyone could have expected.
As it turned out the growth that was removed was totally benign. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Max. He didn’t have cancer after all. Apparently, the first diagnosis turned out to be a huge misdiagnosis, and the vet wasn’t the least bit happy about that. She mentioned a couple of times that she was determined to find out how the first test could have been so wrong. She was going to be on the phone with the lab in Saskatoon the minute she was done giving us the great news.
Me? I didn’t care. All I knew was our little buddy was going to be around a lot longer than we thought he was!
He’s healing up nicely and this week my wife will take him in to get all of his staples removed.
I sure hope that’s the last trip to the vet for him for a while!