I visited Jessie this morning. She looked so much better; wagging her tail, moving around, hating the "cone" around her neck that keeps her from getting to the IV in one of her front legs. The result of 18 hours of receiving fluids. I met with the vet. They are going to do an ultrasound which should clarify whether the "mass" involves her liver or other organs. If it does, then likely no surgery. This way we don't put Jessie through the surgery if it really won't help her. The vet will call after the ultrasound.
I was just so happy to see Jessie feeling better. We were in one of the examining rooms. She was antsy, and didn't really want to settle down and just "visit", so I decided to let them take her back to the back. When we left the room, she pulled straight for the door to the outside - she wanted to go HOME. I felt sad to make her go back, but happy that in the short run, she obviously is feeling so much better.
I'm trying not to think about the possible bad outcomes, not yet. I am stubbornly clinging to hope. Jessie is better, stronger, and if she has a chance, I think she will fight to get well. The "what if" she doesn't is for later. Now is for "what if" she pulls through and gets spleenlessly well. Sounds good to me.
Peace.
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