I, Sweet William The Scot, have had a tumor. We have known about it for six months. Lee finally decided we would do the surgery even with my liver numbers being high which Lee did not know about till the morning of surgery.
Surgery was Friday morning.
My old vet the one who has been our vet and her last Scots vet well he retired and sold the practice to three women vets.
I went in at 7 a.m. at 1:15 they called and said I was awake and I could be picked up at 4. Well Lee arrives to get me. I am a total mess not cleaned up at all and NO DRESSING on my incision which is still bleeding and still not awake enough to walk. Lee is not feeling good about this!
We get home Lee carries me in puts me on her bed and is cleaning me up. Apparently three legs had to be shaved because they could not piggyback my IV! What the fu**! Lee is dressing my incision so I don't bleed all over her bed when she feels a lump at the end of the incision.
First Lee thinks this could be fluid and should she stick a syringe and suck off the fluid. But as she palpitated the area is soft but pliable not like fluid.
Lee got back on the phone and hit redial and said tell that vet not to leave we were coming back in within five minutes.
The vet had taken out only part of my tumor had stitched me up with the rest of the tumor left at the end of my stitches. Anyone with half a brain could feel it see it.
The vet then tried to tell Lee it was a second tumor they could show her my tumor they had it seal in a bag. Like my Lee would not want to see! WRONG! Lee has seen a hell of a lot of worse things than a tumor.
The vet said she could give me a local and take out the second tumor because I was still out of it enough so I got cut open again because she would not open the first incision and the rest of my tumor was taken out! Lee wanted it also. Lee told them to get a dressing on the incision also because I go potty outside and Lee did not want me getting infected.
In the office Lee lined the edges of my gooey tumor up! Yep it was one tumor that had broken apart and the vet was so careless not giving sufficient attention or thought to avoiding harm or error.
Even if it had been a second tumor right at the end of the first tumor why would you stitch me back up and not take it out since I was under anesthesia. Anesthesia is a risk in itself.
I was awake enough getting cut a second time with a local that when we left I could see my Lee was steaming mad and the vet knew to keep her dam mouth shut!
Today I would say don't travel down my road again
Till my Lee can see straight!
Lee is taking good care of me.
Sweet William The Scot
