The phone rang at about 8:30 this morning. I was in the bathroom drying my hair and Bob was just getting up. He peered at the caller i.d. -- who would be calling so early? It was the vet. I was only hearing Bob's side of the conversation, of course, and he was mostly just listening, of course, and I was trying to just go about my business and not hover over him, but it was hard.
Then he said, "So if you have to do the tests again, is that going to cost me another $350?"
The vet said that there was some indication from the tests that the problem might be something other than lymphoma -- he said it's possible that it's an infection, and he hadn't yet ruled out a thyroid condition --but that the tests were inconclusive, and they wanted to re-do them. I'm not sure whether he didn't get a good sample of the mass, or whether they didn't process it correctly, or what, but whatever it was, they want to do it again.
I called back to the vet's office and asked the technician if I should just go ahead and bring her in, and she said that Pye needed to be in a fasting state, something that we hadn't known, or done, the first time, since we didn't know what they were going to do. I'm not sure what, if any, effect that would have had, but at least we'll do it right this time. I said I could bring her in tomorrow morning, so we're not to let her have any food after midnight tonight, and I'll take her in before I go to work.
So it'll be a few more days before we know.
