Waiting…and waiting…and waiting.

I can wait. I can…for awhile.

But it’s hard. All of us have instances in our everyday lives of waiting for something: the light to turn green, the grocery line to move, a tax refund to arrive. The lottery to draw your numbers :0

But some of the hardest waiting is in…appropriately named…waiting rooms. I recently had a new perspective on the whole waiting for medical news front.gailor

My cat had surgery.

I know that there are lots of animal lovers here in The Lair and I’m certain with much more dramatic stories to tell than mine. And thank goodness, Grayson’s issue was not life or death. (He had a polyp removed from his eardrum) but still…it was surgery and yes, the nurse in me fretted over anesthesia, safe extubation, medication tolerance, him missing his mommy!

The vet’s staff told me I could “drop him off”. What? Would I just drop off Mom for cataract surgery? Leave my brother alone in the ER? Not BE there? Oh, heck to the no.

So, I waited. As with human procedures, Grayson’s surgery was late starting. But I waited and saw the ins and outs of the world of animal medicine:

1. A family brought in their beloved companion who had passed at home. I was there across from the room when the daughter came out from saying goodbye. (heart clench)

2. A woman rushed in with a cat who’d been hit by a car. It didn’t make it. (Tears fell).

3. I met a Chihuahua named Tequila, a poodle named RooRoo and a hamster named Chuck

4. I observed an anxious, older gentleman who’d come to pick up his pup after a 4 day stay. (Seriously, if Grayson had had to stay I WOULD have been in the cage with him OR…parked out in the lot overnight. There was a 24 hour McD’s next door.) After many agonizing minutes, they brought his precious boy out. He exclaimed “Hey Sparky! How’s Daddy’s boy?” (heart clenched)

As you can imagine, I was an emotional wreck until the Dr. came out and said it was done. A bit more invasive than we’d hoped but I could take him home after a few hours. I got to go back to “recovery” where the poor little boy was lolling around still loopy from the medicines. But I crooned and reassured him and counted the minutes till we headed back home…cone and all. And to Cricket’s welcoming hiss 😀

Yeah. The cone. He had a bit of a time with it though he did better than me! But we both managed for 7 days,unexpected incision staple trip and finally a “looking good.”  I’m elated at his good result and have a whole  admiration for veterinary medicine.

This is not Grayson but his stunt double. &^%$& / WordPress wouldn't accept my phone pictures! Gahh

This is not Grayson but his stunt double. &^%$& / WordPress wouldn’t accept my phone pictures! Gahh

Tell me about your pets! Any stories from the vet? Any advice for Grayson as he recovers?

My heartfelt appreciation to Dr. Kim Lachy and Dr. Rusty Gailor and their staff for taking care of my little guy!



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  • Jane says:

    Hello Joanie,
    Wishing Grayson a speedy recovery. We never had pets when we were growing up and since then I’ve only had fish.

    • Joan Kayse says:

      Good morning Jane!

      I had an aquarium for a period of time. Yeah, no vet trips for them. ( a few TOILET trips but that’s another blog).

      But now you DO have the GR himself for the day. He’s up on his shots…and dumplings 🙂

  • Helen says:


    Hugs to Grayson and you I had a cat Mitchy that had been hit by a car and she was in a bad way with a broken jaw top and bottom and had to have wires put in for 6 weeks before they wer taken out and we had to feed her with and eye dropper for that whole time and she became very affactionate and cuddly and lived for a long time after that 🙂 but at the moment I have a puppy barking at me through the sliding door because he wants his dinner but he is just about to go to obediance training and has to wait till he gets home Casper is not happy :).

    I suggest lots of hugs for you both

    Have Fun

    • Joan Kayse says:

      Good on you Helen for taking such good care of Mitchy. Non cat people would have proposed a much more dire end (Heck, I had people tell me THAT about my baby! )

      And poor Casper. But they always say you need a good meal before school. (Sending virtual kibble to Aus)

  • Dianna aka Hrdwrkdmom says:

    My Patches had surgery before I ever got her. My boyfriend lives out a ways and there was a slew of feral cats. The one he got for me was a calico and she was so, so tiny, and very quick. He finally caught her and her siblings, found homes for them all but Patches had an issue, she had a warble right next to her left eye. At the time he caught them my daughter was visiting from TX and she had her huge dog with her so he kept Patches, took her to the vet had the warble removed and gave her antibiotics until he could bring her to me. She was so tiny she fit in the palm of my hand.

    • Joan Kayse says:

      What a sweet guy, Dianna! But…what’s a warble???

      They say feral cats have their wildness in them even as kittens, but knowing you, I know you charmed that right out of Patches. (Great name btw)

      • Dianna aka Hrdwrkdmom says:

        A warble is the larvae of a fly, the fly lays the eggs under an animals skin and when they hatch the larvae feed from the animal. It was right next to her little eye on the left. The vet literally just pulled it out, they didn’t have cut her. She is a cuddly little girl actually, doesn’t even go outside

  • Debbie Oxier says:

    I know how you feel. Three years ago my precious kitty, Bobo, was diagnosed with lymphoma. I was devastated. The vet said after diagnosis the most any cat has survived is three months. I went home bawling my eyes out, praying to God for a miracle. I had gone through so much loss in the past ten years, my mom, my dad and my brother all gone. No one left in my immediate family but me. Then I lost a best friend to cancer. It triggered a bout with depression. Now this. But God, in His infinite mercy, heard my prayers. We began Bobo on a series of steroid injections that, along with the prayers, helped. After three years he is alive and well and going strong. The vet says he’s never seen anything like it and calls him his miracle kitty. I am so thankful for every day I get to spend with him and my other rescues, Baby, Pookie, and Samantha.

    • Joan Kayse says:

      Ok Debbie, officially heart clenching and bawling here in Kentucky!

      SO, so happy about Bobo’s recovery! I personally pray to St. Francis for any animal related issue as he is known to have an affinity for them.

      People also make fun of me about carrying insurance…with a cancer rider. Not that expensive and DOES help with care. Healing power and a few meows from the kittehs to you and Bobo

  • Mozette says:

    I remember when Little Miss Stevie got really sick once. It was on Melbourne Cup Day and I pulled the covers off her cage and found a very sick little bird looking back at me. There was bird vomit from one end of the cage to the other… she was also coated in it too! How long she had been throwing up was anyone’s guess, but she looked like she had gotten into the hair gel! Yep, she was sticky, icky and gave me the look of, ‘Mum! Please help me!’
    I got her out of her cage, gave her the much-needed cuddle she was hanging out for and called Mum who told me to call the vets. Before 9am, we had my poor little bird at GreenCross Vets at Mt Gravatt. Dr Debbie Monk told me that my sweet little bird had a bacterial crop infection and had to stay overnight. I had never been parted from my bird since I got her… so I felt really lonely. I was worried sick that day (even though I won a sweepstakes and at the TAB too… I won over $150 in the betting rings for the Melbourne Cup! But no amount of money was going to make me happy if my little bird was sick).
    That night, I got a phone call from the vets. They told me LMS was going well… she was beginning to look at food again… and actually started singing again too… and was currently sleeping in her hospital cage. The next day, they called me while I was eating breakfast and they told me they went in and said hello, but she was looking over their shoulders to find me… she wasn’t interested in them at all, took a well-deserved bath (or two) and fixed her feathers for the next few hours… as a bird does. And if I wanted to, I could pick her up at around lunch time… but she was still a bit sick, and I had to give her antibiotics for the next week to make sure the bug was gone completely.
    Mum and I picked her up… and well!… when I went into the room, my little bird jumped onto the side of the cage and sang out to me! She was so happy to see me that she was all over me, chewing my ear-ring and chatting in my ear too. Dr Monk said my little bird was very smart – smarter than most budgies she’s come across; and she showed me some tests she had performed on LMS… the cotton bud test and the tissue test – both of which my little bird passed… as she wouldn’t put her feet anywhere near them.. and she couldn’t stand being on her back on any surface… 😀

    Yes, my little bird was a really smart little thing… and it’s why it was so heart-breaking to lose her when I did. She was such an original and unique little darling. But then, aren’t all pets?

  • Joan Kayse says:

    Wahhhhhhhh…….sniff, sniff…..what a good Mum you were to LMS!!!!!

    I have a friend who has an African gray Parrot named Damien. Only “met” him once and he declined to say anything but the stories she tells!

    Seriously, I would have been a wreck if I’d had to let Grayson stay. Mainly cause they had NO ONE who stayed overnight! Oh,no, no, no.

    • Mozette says:

      You know, when LMS did pass away, and I had to let GreenCross Vets know, I found it hard to make the phone call… the lady at reception started to cry too. She thanked me for letting them know, so they could close her file and they didn’t have to call me for LMS’s next check-up and upset me. And I did tell her that Dr Monk was the only vet that my bird didn’t bite; and my bird actually liked… so that said a lot about my little blue bird. 🙂

  • catslady says:

    Oh, I have many, many stories – some good but some not so good. And, yes, many tears to go with the sad stories. I’m afraid I’ve had some issues with some vets, maybe it’s just because I’ve had so many animals that the odds are with me that I would encounter problems. I seem to take it more to heart when it’s my pets than it would be for myself. I’m so glad your little one is good now!!!

    • Joan Kayse says:

      Thanks catslady!

      Yeah, the first vet practice I took Cricket to as a baby, baby cat was NOT impressive to me! She had a hypoglycemia reaction which I’d already Googled only to be told by the vet “Meh…I don’t know.”

  • No pet stories or advice from me, just lots of {{{hugs}}} to you and Grayson for making it through that scary procedure and the waiting room trauma, as well as those horrible Seven Days of Conehead misery. Hope you’re all happy and healthy now–or well on the way to being so. 🙂

    • Joan Kayse says:

      Thanks Kate!

      Yeah, he was pitiful with the cone. Just wanted to lay sprawled on my chest with his sad little cone eyes looking at me.

  • pjpuppymom says:

    So glad Grayson is doing well! I know the fear of handing your fur kids over to the Vet for surgery. It never gets easier.

    Rachel has been putting me through the wringer this week, including a 2am drive to the emergency vet clinic Monday morning followed by a visit to our own Vet when they opened later the same morning. She’s on the road to recovery now and I’m praying the demon cyst doesn’t return. If it does, poor baby will have to have it surgically removed. 🙁

    Btw, I would never make fun of you for carrying pet insurance! I’ve been through canine cancer treatments. Not cheap!

    • Joan Kayse says:

      Ah PJ, so glad Rachel is doing well! I’ve been keeping abreast of the situation via FB. Poor little pup!

      Here’s saying extra prayers to St. Francis for no more cysts!

    • PJ, I’m glad Rachel is doing better. It’s so scary when there’s something obviously wrong and you can’t do anything about it.

  • Joan, oh, man, what a tough time for you and furry chum! So glad everything came out all right. I think being a writer is great training in waiting – it seems to be par for the course in this occupation!

  • Becke says:

    I completely understand. As a nurse, I have a say in all healthcare of loved ones–humans and pets. It takes one heck of a doc to put up with my inquisition because I am an advocate for the best care.

    The hardest thing is to make the decision regarding the “rainbow bridge.” When you love the pet, it’s a struggle to let go even when it’s time.

    • Joan Kayse says:

      Hey Becke!

      I have a phobia against bridges but man, watching the heartbreak of that young girl was rough.

      Sorry to have been absent some. Switched internet providers and just got hooked back on.

  • Joan, I’m so glad Grayson’s procedure turned out well and he’s recovering nicely! Having a gravely ill pet has its own awful dimension in that you can’t explain it to them. Much as we pretend Her Majesty speaks English, she actually doesn’t. She knows a handful of words related to things she cares about (walk, treat, out, in, boy) but is otherwise oblivious. Or at least pretends to be.

    • Joan Kayse says:

      Oh Nancy…they just make you BELIEVE they’re oblivious….

      I just caught Grayson playing Candy Crush…and he’s 15 levels above me


  • Shannon says:

    I’m so glad for you that Grayson’s surgery turned out well and that he’s well on his road to recovery.

    My pet stories don’t include happy endings. Goo had diabetes, so I gave him shots for a year before he got really sick really suddenly. The vet told me that he only expected Goo to make it three months and I was a very good “Momma” to have kept him well for so long. My two most recent pets had incurable diseases–cancer and a brain tumor. I came home and cried a lot. Fortunately, I had good friends who sent cards and called to see how I was doing.

  • SO very glad to hear Grayson came through like a trooper and milked the cone thing for all it was worth. I worked as a veterinary technician for five years so I saw a great deal of what you described in that waiting room on a daily basis. In addition to working days at a regular vet clinic I worked one night a week at an emergency animal clinic from 6 PM to 6 AM. Now that was a stressful and sometimes funny job. (The guy who brought his hound dog in three weeks in a row with a fish hook in his ear because he liked to stand close to Dad when he cast his line into the lake. We finally said “Stop taking the dog fishing!”)

    And you all know I have a small herd of dogs and one very bossy cat. I lost my three senior boy cats in the last two years and it was definitely tough to let them go.

    My toughest veterinary adventure was with my deaf Great Dane, Glory. She was diagnosed with bone cancer at the age of nine. Prognosis was not good. I opted for the removal of her front leg and chemo. I had to work the day of her surgery (apparently Walmart does not consider a furry child a family member.) but my vet’s office kept me posted by phone and any time they called my crew raced to find me. The waiting was awful as nine is considered a senior age for Danes. Anesthesia was a concern as was the stress of the surgery. She came through with flying colors and I raced from work to see her. She stayed at the vet’s for a week and it was awful for both of us. She came through it all with so much grace and the amputation and chemo gave me an extra year with her I would not trade for anything. When the cancer came back it was in her lungs and her brain and there was nothing to be done. She passed in her sleep in bed with me and her canine brothers and sisters. I miss her every day.

  • Joan Kayse says:

    Thanks for sharing your stories with us today folks…

    Hugs to those who’ve lost their loves and prayers to those tending their babies. I just wrestled mine to put healing cream on his incision. No blood so bonus for me!

    Stay well all you furry BB’s!