Oh, boy. That post title is going to attract a horde of screaming McDreamy-smitten souls who are about to be disappointed in a big way.
Nothing to see here, McDreamyites. The topic today isn’t frisky doctors; it’s cat ear canals. Which is, in my humble opinion, a good deal more exciting anyway.
As for you Lady Grey-smitten souls, welcome. 😉
Things still aren’t quite black-and-white in terms of our girl’s prognosis, but her visit to the specialist vet has cleared away some of the fog. In its place is…well, almost the diagnostic equivalent of unicorns handing out cupcakes while leaping over rainbows.
Translation: the future is looking bright for our little Lady.
But first, the murky news. Dr. Fantastic wasn’t able to tell whether or where Lady Grey’s mean little ear tumor may have spread. Sometime in the next couple of weeks, Lady Grey will have to return to his office for some deeper exploration. At that point, Dr. Fantastic will sedate our little love so he – or whatever sorts of magical tools fantastic vets use – can make the fantastic voyage deep inside both of Lady Grey’s ears, far deeper than she’d comfortably allow him to do while conscious. Apparently, the first and likeliest place Lady Grey’s cancer could have spread is the other ear, the cutely crumpled one.
But – and this is where it gets all unicorn-y fantastic – Dr. F and company don’t expect that Lady Grey’s cancer has run riot throughout her little frame. Quite the contrary; apparently this is a very slow-growing sort of cancer, and the odds are, well, fantastic that it’s stayed right where we found it. Even better, the odds are great that it will stay put – not harming anything or even getting in the way of Lady Grey’s sweet style – for a good long time.
With those odds, we’re entertaining best-case scenarios. The very very best would be that Dr. Fantastic finds no growth of Lady Grey’s cancer, and deems it so slow and wimpy that we don’t need to do anything whatsoever. That’s certainly Lady Grey’s first choice, and ours, too.
Second-best would be finding just a little skosh of cancer growth within Lady Grey’s already-affected ear. If that’s the case, we’ll have a decision on our hands: to TECA or not to TECA? Given how slow this beast is growing, we may not want to put our little Lady through the terrors of the TECA. But, if it’s her best shot at a long and happy Ladyship ahead, bring on the TECA.
The possibility we’re least willing to entertain is that the cancer has broken on through to the other side, and may be taking up residence in Lady Grey’s more famous ear. If that’s the case, a TECA would most likely be useless. But – and I know you’ll join me in savoring any hope-full ‘but’ we can get – it’s still possible, even in that worst-case scenario, that the cancer wouldn’t cause Lady Grey any problems or pain for a good long time.
We’re taking one tiny, ladylike step at a time as we wait to clear up all these grey areas. In the meantime, the Little Old Ladies Suite is one happy place at the return of their littlest golden girl. And your prayers for our steel magnolia are much appreciated, Felis Catus fam.