But I have no idea how a tissue biopsy could come back inconclusive. And it took a whole week to get this information, too. The Engineering Geek then called me to rely the news and so that I could call to schedule a consult with the surgeon. The first available was tomorrow morning, nearly a week after getting the biopsy results.
A week in which the tumor continued to grow, and during which Zoey had to deal with the pain, the medications, the lack of appetite. We have had to hand feed her lately, and she can now barely make it up the driveway on her short and slow walks.
The good news is that when she is several hours into a dose of the pain meds, she does eat from our hands, she gets up, she smiles when we take her out. When we arrive home, she wags her tail and wants attention.
Poor Zoey has not given up on life just yet.
But tomorrow is a day for information.
And for decisions about where to go from here.
I am simultaneously anticipating the best and expecting the worst.
Sleep has been hard to come by these past few nights.
May the Eternal give us the courage and the wisdom to do the best for our dear Zoey.