Oliver is still with the specialist.  We’re all at home waiting for the phone to ring, unable to do anything really productive.  Except Addison.  She’s alternately squirting a juice box all over her playhouse and watching Yo Gabba Gabba.

Scott spent some time in the office with the neurologist while I was listening from home on speaker phone.  She spouted off a lot of veterinary conditions and medical jargon but from what we could translate, Oliver likely had a stroke in his spinal cord (or a Fibrocartilaginous Embolization).  See how easy it was for me to say “a stroke in his spinal cord” instead of telling you he’s suffering from a Fibrocartilaginous Embolization and making you try to process that in while also trying to wrap your head around why my very young dog is virtually paralyzed from the waist down?

Ahem.

This kind of stroke involves a bone or cartilage fragment entering the spinal cord vascular system and blocking it.  So, this doctor recommended two tests to rule out some other scary stuff and determine whether or not a stroke is actually the cause of this episode today.  Except, we won’t really know for sure.  We’ll just know it’s not all that other scary stuff.  We’re getting the tests even though we can’t afford them because, really, what choice do we have?  They say you can’t put a cost on human life but apparently that’s also true for canine life.  At least in Oliver’s case.  Right now, there’s really no number they could toss out at me that would make me think, “Eh…nevermind.  He’s not worth it.”  Especially because if it is a stroke they think he could eventually make a full recovery.

After the tests we’ll know if this is something operable or if it’s just a stroke, which apparently is the best we can hope for.  If it’s a stroke, Oliver will need some rehabilitation, but should make a full recovery.  If it’s not, well, I’m not even allowing my thoughts to go there.  But he’s young so we’re hopeful.  Oliver has to stay at the hospital at least overnight, possibly longer if he needs surgery.  I know he’ll be in the capable, well paid hands of two night nurses but it gives me no peace of mind thinking of him alone in a strange place all night.  Not to mention that big, empty spot at the foot of our bed.

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