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I took my 9-year-old cat Coco yesterday morning to the vet to have a cyst on his head drained/removed. However, it turned out not to be a cyst but a mass. They took a section of it to biopsy and culture, and I’ll know the results by the end of next week.
I am so scared for him and have been crying on and off since because I’m already fearing the worst. I don’t know how I’ll handle waiting the week for the results.
All his other tests - blood work, ECG, and chest x-ray were normal, and an initial cytology said the mass was consistent with an inflammatory lesion - so I wasn’t expecting this.
I don’t want to lose him. He’s just the most fun, energetic cat, and has been my anchor through some really tough times in my life.
I’ve started reading all of these posts and stories all over the internet about people having cats diagnosed with cancer and 100% losing my shit imaging this happening to my baby Coco. He’s just sweet baby and I can’t imagine being without him. I know I should stop reading and Googling, that trying to read the tea leaves of what the lump could via internet posts is, I know, a fruitless endeavor and has only gotten me worked up and crying.
I’ve had all rolling around in my head and, I guess, I just want to stop crying and get all these words out in a place that may understand.
I am so scared for him and have been crying on and off since because I’m already fearing the worst. I don’t know how I’ll handle waiting the week for the results.
All his other tests - blood work, ECG, and chest x-ray were normal, and an initial cytology said the mass was consistent with an inflammatory lesion - so I wasn’t expecting this.
I don’t want to lose him. He’s just the most fun, energetic cat, and has been my anchor through some really tough times in my life.
I’ve started reading all of these posts and stories all over the internet about people having cats diagnosed with cancer and 100% losing my shit imaging this happening to my baby Coco. He’s just sweet baby and I can’t imagine being without him. I know I should stop reading and Googling, that trying to read the tea leaves of what the lump could via internet posts is, I know, a fruitless endeavor and has only gotten me worked up and crying.
I’ve had all rolling around in my head and, I guess, I just want to stop crying and get all these words out in a place that may understand.