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I got Byron's results back. It's malignant, aggressive fibrosarcoma. No clean margins. Likely to recur. The only chance to eliminate it is radical surgery; I'm supposed to call the surgeon today to see what she recommends doing next.
I may not be online for awhile. I'm having a hard time processing this.
Oh Jesus. Kristin, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, KT. Many chin-scritches for Byron.
edit: read only after you've had your away time! (not scary, just... for later) I know you probably don't want to think about it much just now, but when you're ready to, I've known amputee cats who've gotten around like absolute demons for years afterwards. It's a rough thing to even think about, but if it's what the surgeon says, he's got a good shot.
I'm sorry Kristin.
Oh, Kristin. ::hugs you hard::
Oh, Kristin. I'm so sorry.
sorry Kristin
I'm very sorry, Kristin.
{{{Kristin}}}
Oh dear Kristin, my deepest, deepest sympathies. May you have every and ALL the supports you need during this difficult time. And blessings on Byron. You have given him so much.