I've had a little bit of personal drama that has consumed my mind lately. Riding feels almost like an afterthought, though it's still happening on the regular and both boys have been pretty good.
One of the things that is consuming me is my eldest dog, Scarlette. When the hubs and I woke up on Wednesday, he noticed that there was blood on the bedroom floor. I did a quick exam on all three girls and found what appeared to be a hot spot on Scarlette, on her left hind. I didn't think more of it than that she needed to be clipped, cleaned, and prescribed something from the vet. It did strike me as odd, though, since she's currently taking a low dose of Apoquel, which is a medication for allergies. Shouldn't itch if you can't feel the itch.
The vet squeezed her in later that day. When I showed the spot to the tech, she was immediately alarmed more than a hot spot warranted. Had I actually touched the spot? Nope. Under the blood was a hard mass. She has a fatty lipoma on her right hip, which is soft and rather malleable. I racked my brain quickly with the possibility of a fatty lump exploding, of an abscess being that firm, and finally, you know, all the horrible things it could be if it weren't a run-of-the-mill lipoma.
They aspirated it and the vet came in personally to give me the news: everywhere she looked, she saw lymphoma cells.
Lymphoma is cancer. I cried.
Fortunately, we sent off another aspirate to Antech and their pathologist said that it wasn't lymphoma (yay!), but it was still cancer (boo!). It's a mast cell tumor, so the plan is still about the same: we're gonna hope to take it out and we're gonna hope that it isn't anywhere else. Instead of a 4-6 week survival rate, she'll continue being her spry self for as long as possible. She'll have chest rads on Wednesday to look for more masses internally and to make sure her heart is game for anesthesia. Then we'll schedule the procedure. The mass will be sent off for a histopath and they'll determine what grade it is and if they got a clear enough margin.