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D'Argo update update
Dec. 30th, 2009 12:32 amPlease see this post for more info and means to help out.
D'Argo was taken by Dr. Roger Bacon for prep at around 08:45 this morning, after a very efficient drive up and a miserable few hours in no-kidding-FREEZING temperature. Due to Lludmilla Mirrikh (Marf Shopmeyer)'s gift of a WalMart card, after lubricating my freeze-dried throat (canNOT car-camp at 35F°) at Starbucks, I got some nice new socks and woolly slippers to protect my ankles from drafts.
I was able to get some more productive napping done on return to the Hospital (good thing I brought the extra blanket) and was called at about 13:30 to be advised they were going into surgery then. Between a raging tension headache and bored corgwn, the afternoon passed pretty slowly until around 17ish, when Dr. Bacon called to say the whole mass had been removed, D's larynx fiddled with to allow breathing (since the nerves were damaged by the pressure of the tumour) and a parathyroid tumour had also been removed. This was an unsurprising find in light of D'Argo's recent blood calcium levels.
He was still out from the anesthesia, of course, and still had a breathing tube in; naturally, he was spending the night. The puppies and I went off to have a little dinner, then up to Lake City to spend the night with the hospitality of the Browns, who I know as the Decostas in Second Life. They even fed me pizza, yum.
I still don't have an invoice on the surgery and post-care (since they're not exactly done yet, right?), but I'll update the appropriate diagrams when I can. We might be up here one more night, I'll find out tomorrow.
Thank you, EVERYONE, for your magnificent level of support and positive beliefs. I'm gonna have fun getting D'Argo fed up again when he feels up to it, he's way too skinny right now.
D'Argo was taken by Dr. Roger Bacon for prep at around 08:45 this morning, after a very efficient drive up and a miserable few hours in no-kidding-FREEZING temperature. Due to Lludmilla Mirrikh (Marf Shopmeyer)'s gift of a WalMart card, after lubricating my freeze-dried throat (canNOT car-camp at 35F°) at Starbucks, I got some nice new socks and woolly slippers to protect my ankles from drafts.
I was able to get some more productive napping done on return to the Hospital (good thing I brought the extra blanket) and was called at about 13:30 to be advised they were going into surgery then. Between a raging tension headache and bored corgwn, the afternoon passed pretty slowly until around 17ish, when Dr. Bacon called to say the whole mass had been removed, D's larynx fiddled with to allow breathing (since the nerves were damaged by the pressure of the tumour) and a parathyroid tumour had also been removed. This was an unsurprising find in light of D'Argo's recent blood calcium levels.
He was still out from the anesthesia, of course, and still had a breathing tube in; naturally, he was spending the night. The puppies and I went off to have a little dinner, then up to Lake City to spend the night with the hospitality of the Browns, who I know as the Decostas in Second Life. They even fed me pizza, yum.
I still don't have an invoice on the surgery and post-care (since they're not exactly done yet, right?), but I'll update the appropriate diagrams when I can. We might be up here one more night, I'll find out tomorrow.
Thank you, EVERYONE, for your magnificent level of support and positive beliefs. I'm gonna have fun getting D'Argo fed up again when he feels up to it, he's way too skinny right now.
