Well, the result of Tybalt's biopsy has given us an either/or situation. Results were annoyingly inconclusive - could be this, could be that - and as with all these things the consequences will prove to be either a) good news or b) bad news.
Option A: his tumour could well have been benign and the splenectomy Andy performed could have been curative. Good news! 😄
Option B: the tumour could have originated from his bone marrow which means the one on his spleen would have been secondary, in which case removal of the spleen has not made much difference as it won't have removed potential problems with his bone marrow. Bad news.😕
Either way, taking away the tumour and the spleen HAS extended Tybalt's life. Of that there is no doubt.
And what happens now? Not much really. Further blood tests will tell us how Tybalt's bone marrow is coping, will weigh the results either in favour of Option B or against it. But even then there's not much to be done beyond steroid treatment. And he has been through so much in the last twelve days, my lovely gentleman of a cat, that I don't want him being stuck with any more needles at the moment. We are, then, back to day-to-day life. Fragile life, but familiar routine.
He had his stitches out this evening. His appetite continues to improve. He is doing a bit of furniture stropping. He's had a bit of a gallop about with Flora. And he is trotting down the stairs to greet me when he hears my key in the door after work.
I wish I could listen to my instincts about what to do but at the moment I don't trust them. That's why, I suppose, I think it best to leave things be. Focus on his eating and his comfort. Keeping a watchful eye.