Wednesday, July 14, 2004

my cat's tummy is bare

Mesquite had her stomach shaved on Monday. On purpose.

She was bereft of her fur for an ultrasound after "something" could sort of be seen on an x-ray. The preliminary conclusions of the ultrasound don't sound very good: soft tissue sarcoma. The prognosis doesn't sound very good either. Surgery is an option but this mass is close to her spine (presumably the source of the pain that led her to wake us up early July 1) and that makes it harder to ensure the entire tumor can be removed. Add to this the facts that she is around 14 or 15 years old, overweight and has had problems under anaesthetic in the recent past, and she is a very poor candidate indeed.

So, I now sit and wait for a phone call from our vet. She will have read the full report from the radiologist and have her own ideas about what could and should happen next. Meanwhile I'm left with the internet as a source of too much information and a tonne of hypothetical and often redundant questions regarding causes and treatment options.

Cats, it seems, are not particularly good at voicing their discomfort in it's early stages. Nor has this one been clear about what exactly was bothering her when it did become apparent. It is apparent, however, that she is uncomfortable with nudity.

I will worry about her tumor, her elevated liver enzymes and what will come over the next while. She's distraught enough over the possibility of someone catching sight of her pink tummy.