Tumor

Tumor is such a small word to have such big consequences. This one word changes lives the second it is spoken out loud. We found out last week that our girl Indigo has one. It’s not small; just well hidden. It’s the size of a tennis ball and its removal necessitates her losing her right front forelimb. What we thought was a limp due to arthritis turned out to be so much more. We do not yet know if the tumor is malignant. We only know that it has to be removed in order to get rid of her pain. I would do anything for this dog. Paying for an expensive surgery when we don’t know her official prognosis seems pointless to some but not to me. Indigo is family and you can’t put a price on love. The doctor gave me some numbers today for the various scenarios but I told him that I don’t believe in odds. So tomorrow, our loyal, loving, and funny girl is going under the knife with the hopes that surgery will be curative and she can continue life in the manner in which she deserves: happy and pain-free. Either way I know I’m doing the best that I can to protect her and keep her as safe from harm as I possibly can. Even from such a powerful word as “tumor”.