In medicine we know the basic personality of
specialists. Pediatricians, warm
and fuzzy. Orthopedists, “strong
as an ox, and twice as smart!”
Surgeons, cut it out and ask questions later. And pathologists, just a little removed.
So here’s the story.
My stepdaughter Sara has a cat, Blinky, also known as The Blinkster, now
up to 14 years of age. An indoor
cat, and never one to turn down a meal, so, rotund. But lovable.
Unfortunately, ironically given his name, Sara noticed a
couple of months ago that Blinky couldn’t blink his left eye. We took him in to a cat ophthalmologist
who diagnosed a condition called Feline Restrictive Orbital Myelofibroblastic
Sarcoma (FROMS). The tissues
behind the eye get invaded and the eye can’t move and the lid can’t close,
which leads to erosion of the cornea, pain, and then blindness. Poor Blinky had to have that eye
removed. It was sent off for examination
to the cat pathologist who is the best expert on this condition, in
Minnesota. That’s what he does for
a living, examine cat eye specimens.
Sara took it well.
She knew that the other eye would likely become involved and Blinky had
been with her a long time, but she did what people do in this situation, take
it one day at a time and appreciate the time you have. Still, thinking ahead, she thought that
when the other eye did become involved, rather than have a blind old cat in
failing health, she thought that euthanasia would be the best course.
Then, two weeks ago, Sara thought Blinky was having trouble
moving his right eye, just as had happened with the left. So she took him into the vet. Maybe so, said the vet. But not too bad yet.
So, being a medical professional herself, Sara figured she
would call the pathologist in Minnesota, since he is the expert. She got him on the phone, and he said
that it sounded like progression, and actually he was surprised it hadn’t
happened a little faster. It was
sad. Sara, who had been holding it
together pretty well, teared up as she discussed with him whether to euthanize
or not.
The pathologist heard her tearing up. His voice softened a little, and Sara
could tell he was affected. She
listened attentively then, as he talked to her. He said slowly, “Well, if you do decide to go and euthanize
him, could you send me the head?”
Budd Shenkin