Deja Vu

Two days ago I took Skye back to the vet for her dental. I admit, considering the result of the last dental I had done on a cat, I was a little apprehensive. But I knew that Skye had severe gingivitis and needed the work done, so off we went.

A few hours later, Dr. Marshal called me on my cell phone to tell me they had found a tumor under Skye’s tongue.

My head reeled. This had to be a bad nightmare. I must be hallucinating.

I wasn’t. Here we go again. Déjà vu.

He took a biopsy, which has been sent off to the lab. He also drew blood to test for Bartonella’s as we’d discussed at our previous visit. Results for both are pending. And after a brief bout of hysteria and tears, I am now settled into a blissful state of denial. I refuse to think about things like squamous cell carcinoma and chemo and pain meds until I absolutely have to. After all, Skye is young. These cancers usually hit older cats. It could very likely just be a benign mass. However, I fully expect the Bartonella test to come back positive and I’m ready to do battle with this vicious bacteria.

I’m just NOT ready to watch another kitty wither away from cancer. Not yet.

But I will deal with whatever is thrown at me. Skye and I have fallen completely in love with each other and I will do whatever I can for her. God sent this little girl into my life for some reason. I thought we were supposed to rescue each other. Maybe He brought us together because I was the only person walking through Pets Mart that had experience in oral cancer. I hope and pray not.

Ray says he’s buying me a dog.


Kristine said…
Oh, Annette! Dang, I just can't believe it. I'm sorry about Skye. I'm sure she's going to be okay (she seems to have a lot working in her favor), but I can just imagine what you are feeling. I'm hoping for the best.

Hang in there.

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