Dr. Julia called me herself at a little after 2pm to tell me that Puff was out of surgery and doing fine. She laughed as she recounted that My Girl felt good enough to snarl and take a snap at the good doctor as they brought her out of the anesthesia. The tumor was wound around three teeth which had to be removed. The growth under examination looks benign but we will not know for certain until we get the pathology report in several days. Suddenly I could breathe again, and the White Dogs began watching for her return home.
|Do you see them? Are they coming yet?|
We are together again...and whole...and the fears have been sent away. tomorrow YoYoMa has planned a breakfast celebration for his sister and life will go back to "normal." Tonight, although she seems fine, my feisty little old lady is quite the fighter, I will sleep with one eye open and my ears will be tuned to where my little girl sleeps.
And I will whisper silent "Thanks" to the generous Universe and loving friends who with their powerful healing energies helped a 90 year-old lady (and her momma) through a VERY scary day. Thank you, dear blog family, so very much.