And I was anticipating Jed's visit with the eye vet at 4:15. It had been almost 6 months to the day that the tumor was discovered in his eye and removed, with better-than-average odds that we'd gotten it all. He'd been back for re-checks twice before and gotten a clean bill, but this time felt different. I could see something near the colored part of his eye and was scared to death that it was a recurrence of the tumor. So I went in with lots of fear and grieving for something that might cause him to lose his eye.
Well. Silly me. But maybe not silly me. I guess I should pat myself on the back for being so hyper-vigilant. Without that nagging inside voice he'd have never survived getting poisoned. He'd have become paralyzed -- or worse -- when he yelped when trying to move his head and I took him immediately to the vet. And when I felt what I was certain was a fatty tumor under his arm but still wanted to get it checked out I could never have guessed that it would lead to eye-saving surgery.
The vet was delighted with the "health" of his eye. What I'd been seeing was simply scar tissue. No tumor. She dilated his eye and looked deep inside. No tumor. No more eye drops.
So now we're rejoicing over the fact that Jed is whole, and seemingly tumor-free.
There will be another check-up in 3 months. I'll probably lose sleep the week leading up to his visit. But if we've dodged the bullet once, we can do it again. Right?
