The old Country Monkey continues not to enjoy recovering from her paw surgery. You can see the stitches in the photo, and those extend all the way down the webbing between those two outboard toes, so that’s got to be a bummer. Amoxicillin also makes her feel terrible, but she’s had her last dose of that, so we’ll see if that makes her feel better. She still hasn’t been able or allowed to walk for more than a few minutes at a time. Not that she wants to. This is the first time in her life she’s gone without walks fort an extended period. Even when she was deathly ill a couple of years ago she went for walks, except for the two worst days.
Dr. Stokes called this morning with the biopsy results on the mass he removed last Tuesday. It’s something called a fibroadnexal hamartoma. The most concise online explanation of that distinguished title is, “A mass (oma) composed of an overproduction of normal structures (hamart) with a combination of collagen (fibro) and hair follicle structures (adnexal).”
In other words, it’s a growth having something to do with hair follicles. I know there’s nothing worse than a good-news-bad-news joke to accompany a medical diagnosis (the doctor who found my spinal cord tumor used one on me to break the news), but there is good news and there is bad news. The good news is that it’s not cancerous and that the lab reports that it appears that Dr. Stokes got the whole thing out. The bad news is that if you’re a mouse you might as well put the champagne away and break out the Bushmill’s, because Bearface will be back on the prowl before long.
In the meantime, the stitches are due to come out on Thursday or Friday. Between now and then another vicious storm is going to be moving in. So, mouses, take comfort in the fact that Roo will be suffering a lot more than you for a few more days.
I wonder how long that pebble has been in Roo’s shoe. For some weeks she’s been slowing down, occasionally limping and not interested in her usual walks. I have high hopes that this surgery might restore to her some of the youth I was afraid she was losing prematurely.