About a week ago, I noticed a small bump, smaller than the size of a pea, on Liberty's ear. I asked Rob (an experienced vet tech) to look at it, he attempted to express it and got only clear fluid. We've been keeping an eye on it, and this week it's definitely larger, now bigger than a chick pea. So she went to the vet today - a new one we hadn't been too before but who was highly recommended to me by some coworkers.
Well, the vet and techs were all completely enamored of Miss Liberty Sue. They watched her flirt like a fiend with my coworkers shih tzu (who also happened to have an appointment, but sheer coincidence) while he tried to growl and snarl at her. They let her play with the office chihuahua (but wouldn't let the shih tzu play with him - that dog was too mean!) and they all fed her treats and praised her for being so sweet and well behaved. I kept insisting she was really a gremlin, but she was a little nervous so seemed extra calm and demure.
The vet did a blood draw and a needle aspiration (with a needle the size of a mechanical pencil, it looked like!) and she didn't flinch for either and the vet said he wished all his patients were like her.
Results were inconclusive at best. The look, feel, shape, and growth of the lump were all suspicious. What he got on the slides were all white blood cells (ie, infection, not cancer). He said several times if he hadn't run the test himself he would have assumed there was a slide mix-up, because the slide was so very different from what her symptoms normally predict. Because of that, and because of the pit bull tendency towards mast cell cancers, we've got a surgery scheduled for December 22, to the tune of $650 - $700. I'm terrified. I don't think I'm even scared that it's cancer - I already told the vet to just take her freaking ear off if it was even a question. But the thought of leaving her there to get put under anesthesia makes me want to vomit and I've cried at least six times about it today. It's wiping out my savings account completely, and likely putting on hold my moving/house-shopping, because not having anything at all in savings is not all that comfortable. I don't mind any of that, just to keep her around. But when she was spayed, they told me she had a really difficult time, and they kept her in the hospital almost five days after the fact. We had that hospital fax those records over so we could see if it was anesthesia related, to prepare ourselves, and they have no notes on that at all. Which makes me want to go and shake them, because what the hell? Why would they tell me that if they didn't have those issues? And why don't they have any notes on it? I would have been a nervous wreck anyway, but now there's an extra question in there and I'm just plain scared.
Please keep my little gremlin in your thoughts and prayers. I really wanted all the pain in her life to be over and have nothing but silliness and fun once she came to me.