Lola, my little beagle, is fine! Her lump turned out to have no sign of cancer cells and is probably hyperplastic proliferation - excessive growth of muscle or tissue.
So, I guess Lola is a bit like my mother, she's one tough cookie. She probably has a benign tumor in her cerebral cortex which has affected her gross motor skills, making it difficult for her to walk. She has an adorable prancing movement, which she seems to have perfected, her front legs move separately from the hind legs. She has lost most of her vision, has arthritis, bladder issues, and frequently lies down on walks. But her tail wags often and she seems to attract everyone who sees her. She's the sweetest dog, except when she decides to bark at another dog, which she does for no obvious reason, just because she wants to.
I couldn't imagine losing her yet and I'm so relieved that she will be with us for awhile longer, at least.
I read this quote on a subway yesterday, by Stephen W. Hawking, which I particularly liked:
"The whole history of science has been the gradual realization that events do not happen in an arbitrary manner, but that they reflect a certain underlying order, which may or may not be divinely inspired."
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