Fatty Lump

Fanta, a brindle Staffordshire bull terrier (staffie), and two blue cat carry boxes are strapped into the back seat of a car. Caption reads: "We were all put in the car."

Fatty Lump by Fantasia Dog

This story gets scary in one part, so you have to be very brave to read it. I was a very brave dog, but my human did get scared for a bit.

A couple of weeks ago the human said it was time for our trip to the vet. The cats and I all quite like our vet, but we don’t like the bits of the visit where he puts the cold thermometer you-know-where, or the bit where we get our needles. Our human says the needles keep us healthy, but we still don’t like them.

Princess and Bumpy were put in their carry boxes, and I had my harness put on, and we were all put in the car and strapped in our seatbelts. Then we drove to the vets. Princess cried. She loves her box, but she doesn’t like going anywhere in it.

For the past couple of years there’s been a new thing at the vet. The humans don’t get to come into the rooms with us. They wait in the front room and we animals go in alone, well together, but without our humans to cuddle us if anything scary happens. The cats were fine with their check-ups. Bumpy’s been taking his medicine and he’s in good health for an old cat, and Princess is just a young healthy, happy cat.

When he brought me back to my human and the upstairs human, he had some scary news. I have a lump on my tummy near my back leg. He said it needed a test. My human said do the test. He took me to the room again and took a test sample – yes he had to stick something into the lump.

A couple of days later, he called to say the lab didn’t find any explanation for my lump, and we would have to have another test.

We went back in the day we had the call. My human was quite frightened, even though my vet told her not to be. This time he took the test and looked at the sample himself.

He told my human I have a fatty lump. It’s actually a kind of cancer, but it’s all enclosed in fat and can’t spread to any other organs. He said that if it doesn’t get any bigger we don’t need to do anything with it.

It’s in a place that’s difficult to get to and the surgery to take it out would be a big thing for a dog as old as me. I’m almost nine. My favourite human is almost nine and no-one ever says she’s old, but now my vet says I’m old. There’s something wrong with that.

So now, my vet is planning to check on my fatty lump on my next check-up to be sure it’s not growing.

My human said it was amazing the vet found a different fatty lump since the entire dog is a fatty lump, but she sounded relieved when she said it.


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By Iris Carden

Iris Carden is an Australian indie author, mother, grandmother, and chronic illness patient. On good days, she writes. Because of the unpredictability of her health, she writes on an indie basis, not trying to meet deadlines. She lives on a disability support pension now, but her ultimate dream is to earn her own living from her writing.

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