One day you’re living in Hintzville, going for a warm, sunny walk and a week later you’re under the knife.
Last post I told you what I know about Dixie’s history. What I didn’t tell you is that she has had varying amounts of blood in her stool since the day we adopted her. Every stool, every day.
Finally, after multiple trips to the vet and two rounds of blood and stool tests to rule out parasites and infections, we were referred to a specialist for an ultrasound.
The ultrasound revealed a mass in her colon. And an enlarged lymph node. And a small spot on her spleen.
So at 8:00 this morning I dropped her off at the hospital for a colonoscopy – to give the internal medicine specialist and the surgeon a look at what they’re dealing with from the inside.
While she’s still under anesthesia she’ll go directly into surgery. To remove the mass and resection her bowel. And, if she hasn’t been under too long at that point, the surgeon will remove the lymph node and her spleen, too.
Just got a call from the hospital. They are about to begin. It will be about two hours. The surgeon will call when he’s finished.
I hung up the phone, got on my knees and asked God to fill the operating room. I asked Him to give the specialist and the surgeon insight and knowledge and skill beyond what they have. I asked Him to give the surgeon creativity in approaching the mass – since it is partially behind her pubis and difficult to access. I’m praying he’ll get clean margins without having to split her pelvis.
I’m praying the mass is not malignant. I’m praying it isn’t any kind of cancer at all. It’s possible that it’s a stricture. I sure hope so.
I’m praying for no complications.
I’m praying that the resection will not come apart one day and dump feces into her abdomen.
I’m praying she will heal quickly and live another happy, healthy five years. At least.
If it is a malignant cancer, the surgeon said worst case scenario she’ll have 3-4 months, best case she’ll have 1-2 years.
I’m praying it isn’t cancer.
I’m praying I don’t have to muster the strength, beg God for the strength, to walk another friend down this road again so soon.
I’ve already fallen in love with Dixie.
And I’m still missing Bebe.
I told you last week that Dixie had been bounced around a lot this last year after her “mom” moved into a nursing home. And that made it really heartbreaking to leave her this morning.
So I’m asking God to hold her close, to whisper in her soft, floppy little beagle ear that she hasn’t been abandoned. That she is deeply loved and she will be going home to Hintzville.
Just got a call from the surgeon. The colonoscopy showed that it is a mass, not a stricture.
Dixie’s being prepped for surgery and he’s heading into the OR.
Praying he gets it all.
Praying it’s benign.
Praying she heals well.
Praying, praying, praying.
And feeling sick.