Naturally, I was very unhappy to be dragged into the hospital again, but so were all the other dogs around me, most of them shaking and their tails folded into the two hind legs. This time, Dr. Arteaga saw me, not in the oncology department, but the main waiting room of the second floor where the surgery department seems to be located. She examined my mouth and then took me to a surgeon doctor and discussed with him what to do for some time. Then, she came back to a small room where my master and mistress were anxiously waiting. She told them the following: [Dr. Arteaga's message]“We are of the opinion that the tumor can be cut out, although we must examine how extensive it will be by a CT-scan. After the CT-scan, we will consult you whether to proceed with the surgery or not. The radiation therapy is not the solution as the cancerous cells cannot be taken out completely. Beside, it must be done 4 times and Coty has to go under anesthesia every time which could be too much for him.”
They are naturally very much concerned about how dangerous the surgery is and how it could affect my quality of life after the surgery. Dr. Arteaga proposed to schedule me for the surgery on next Tuesday, subject to confirmation of Go or No Go on next Monday. My master and mistress left the hospital in a very depressed mood, but I was quite happy as I did not get pinched this time.