ashjohnson80
<font color=red>Everything is sexier in a kilt...<
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Some of you have read about my situation with my dog, Bogart. We found a tumor on his leg on Jan. 1st and he had it removed on Jan. 3 and sent off for biopsy. The tumor was on his left leg right above his foot. Our vet made a big deal about it and said that it looked like it could be a potentially serious diesease but she wouldn't even discuss any treatment options with us until the biopsy results came in.
I still have not heard anything from the biopsy results. On Friday I told her that I was having a lot of anxiety waiting for the results because she said that they would have been back in a week and it had already been a week and a half and that we were planning to go to WDW at the end of the month and were wondering if any potential treatment would prevent us from doing so.
She wouldn't give us any idea what any treatment would involve still and said that me pitching a fit was not going to get the results any faster, that I would get them when I got them. (This was after waiting in the office for over an hour for her to change Bogart's bandage).
So now it's Tuesday. DH is back at work and I couldn't stand to sit around the house waiting for the possible doom of my precious dog by myself. So I've been sitting at my parent's house waiting for DH to get off work. I don't even know if I'll get the results today, but I'm so scared. I just feel so horrible and helpless, and like this is never going to end.
I still have not heard anything from the biopsy results. On Friday I told her that I was having a lot of anxiety waiting for the results because she said that they would have been back in a week and it had already been a week and a half and that we were planning to go to WDW at the end of the month and were wondering if any potential treatment would prevent us from doing so.
She wouldn't give us any idea what any treatment would involve still and said that me pitching a fit was not going to get the results any faster, that I would get them when I got them. (This was after waiting in the office for over an hour for her to change Bogart's bandage).
So now it's Tuesday. DH is back at work and I couldn't stand to sit around the house waiting for the possible doom of my precious dog by myself. So I've been sitting at my parent's house waiting for DH to get off work. I don't even know if I'll get the results today, but I'm so scared. I just feel so horrible and helpless, and like this is never going to end.
