Stacy Horn

I’m afraid this blog is going to become all Finney all the time, but I thought they were doing a biopsy to test for cancer, but it turns out they were doing another test (still waiting to hear what that test even was). Now I’m waiting for a call from the vet to schedule a biopsy.

I keep planning to do a series of people bring rude. Except, I’m not Miss Perfect and I don’t think it’s a good idea to nurture my anger about this issue (common courtesy going out the window). But last night I took a picture of a woman walking in the bike lane, who didn’t even move aside an inch for the guy on the bike. I have to admit, it felt good to document it. But for the reasons I already mentioned I think I’ll call this one shot getting it out of my system and try to move on!

I found a number to call about showing up for jury duty and they were completely blase. “I was supposed to show up for jury duty this morning, but I can’t due to a pet emergency.” They asked for my juror number and said, “We’ll send you another notice in six months.”

Meanwhile, Finney continues to throw up so they told me to discontinue the Clavamox and we’ll wait for the biopsy results before deciding what to do next. I do not have a good feeling about any of this, of course.

Finney on a better day.

Quick back story: I discovered a mass on Finney’s hindquarters on Friday. Everything indicated an abscess, and even the vet immediately thought abscess when she saw it. But when she went to drain it, it was a no-go on the abscess diagnosis.

It could still be an infection, a benign growth, or a tumor which turns out to be cancer. I’m trying to remain calm. Results from the biopsy won’t come back for 3 to 5 days. She put him on antibiotics right away though, in case it’s still an infection.

This morning Finney threw up and it looked like there was blood in there. The vet said see how the rest of the day goes, and how he eats (which is about the same as usual). If he seems worse bring him in at 9am tomorrow.

Here’s the thing. I’m supposed to start jury duty tomorrow morning. I looked, and they have no procedure for canceling last minute. There’s no way I’m going to jury duty if Finney is worse, but even if he’s not, I don’t know about leaving him alone all day every day, in case he gets worse when I’m not there. I don’t know what to do!

Here is the mass. Look away if you are squeamish.

He’s got this big growth near his butt, it appeared out of nowhere. I’m taking him to the vet tomorrow, it was the earliest appointment I could get. But I googled it, and it could just be an abscess, which doesn’t sound life-threatening. He doesn’t appear in any pain, and he’s eating. Still. I won’t feel okay until I get him to the vet and find out what’s going on.

I know people golf, and some people who live in the city golf, but it always seems so weird to me to see people carrying golf clubs in the city.

I just got back from the dress rehearsal for the New York Philharmonic’s upcoming Gala. I came here to brag about my lucky, charmed life when I saw that everyone can watch it live. Very cool. They’re performing Dvořák’s World Symphony, Gershwin’s Concerto in F, and a new piece from John Corigliano titled STOMP. This program made me feel very nostalgic. A good nostalgia.

The pianist Aaron Diehl followed by a shot of the full orchestra.