Yesterday the surgeon called to check on Duncan. He's doing pretty good. Everyday gets a little better. He's eating well. He loves going outside to sit in the sun. He's still not moving around on his own very much. And yesterday he was a little cranky. I think his compression bandage being off made him a little sore. But today he seems happier. He's starting to venture out a little more, climbing up the 2 stairs from the porch to the house and climbing down from a counter to my lap. That latter one is important because climbing down is much , much harder on a front amputee. His scar is pretty funky. He looks like a Sharpei under his t-shirt. So, I think we'll leave that on for a while. The surgeon mentioned that there was way more skin on the front than the back part of the wound so she had to gather it and attach it. It looks like he has a ruffle. Creepy. And she pulled the skin from his belly up to his side. So he has a nipple on his side. And that cute pink underbelly that cats have is also now in full view on his left. He's really disfigured actually. I'm glad he has no vanity. Dignity, perhaps. And that's what stops me from dressing him up in little costumes that you can buy at the Build-A-Bear store. It's just not right for him to be dressed in a Lakers jersey just to cover his gnarly wound. The surgeon, Dr Tina Owen, whom Duncan calls Dr Tuna, said that the lab report came back and it looks like they got a complete resection. They will go back and check the cells on the perimeter to insure that none of them are malignant. At that point, we can consider Duncan to be cancer free.
I feel a bit better about the whole thing . It still kills me to see him struggle and get frustrated. I just wish we could have saved his leg.
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