Soooo, Rowan’s surgery went … OK. The tumor was more deeply embedded in her liver than we’d hoped, and involved her vena cava and several other major arteries, so it was pretty tough to get out. She bled a lot and they told me they nearly lost her during surgery. Ten scary minutes.
Also just found out that her blood pressure dropped a TON about an hour after I talked to the surgeon and the ICU vet had tried to call us … but Husband Mike, bless him, had given them a hybrid phone number of my cell and work phones. Although the SURGEON had my real number from my consult with him that morning, the computer at the vet’s office hadn’t been updated.
Mike just pointed out that it’s actually a good thing we didn’t get that transfusion-related call. I wouldn’t have slept a wink knowing that Ro got all hypertensive after surgery and nearly died AGAIN.
Anyway, they’re keeping her until 5 p.m. today to make sure she remains stable. She has been stable for a while, but they want to be sure. Which is fine with me. She’s eaten a little, which is such a relief to me. And I hope so much to go pick her up around dinner time.
Thanks for indulging my sick-kitty-talk on my style and body image blog.
P.S. Simon seems to have adjusted well to life as a bachelor kitty. Hope there won’t be any welcome home hissing …