The trip back to Jacksonville was hellish. We got struck in bumper to bumper traffic on 95 and parked for about an hour. The vet’s office said the procedure would be first thing in the morning which translated into after one in the afternoon. Why the hell would they tell me to drag Lucas in there on a Monday only to see him on Tuesday afternoon? We basically took Lucas away from his home, and us, for absolutely nothing on Monday, except they made a buck off a five minute meeting.
A paycheck later, we discover they’ve put Lucas under looked at the lump, but made no decisions, no incisions, and sent a receptionist to tell us she doesn’t know anything at all and the doctor can’t speak to us because he is in surgery. They did do a biopsy but they won’t know anything for two weeks on that. They haven’t ruled out the fact in might just be something simple but at the same time did nothing about it because they had other cash cows waiting in line.
So we did get to bring Lucas home, through bumper to bumper traffic again, and I still know as little as I did the better part of a paycheck ago. Lucas was stoned as hell the entire trip back, which was good, and only when he was back home did be really come back to life.
I have no idea what to do next. I’m not about to take Lucas back to that fleecing center in Jacksonville. The lump is still there and it actually looks worse.
Time to punt.
Thanks everyone for all the positive thoughts and prayers. I’ll try to have more information soon.