Dr. Lane’s Explanation
Dr. Lane returned and sat across from me, her tone calm as she explained, “We’re looking to see what’s causing the swelling,” aiming to ease my nerves. Her thorough explanation of the CT scan process helped quiet some of the panic swirling in my mind, and she added, “Hopefully, it’ll show us what the X-rays missed.” I felt a sense of comfort in her honesty and determination—her commitment to finding answers made the whole ordeal feel a little less overwhelming, and I was grateful not to be facing it alone.
Dr. Lane’s Explanation
Max’s Sad Look
Curled up on the floor by my feet, Max trembled with nerves and discomfort, occasionally lifting his soulful, sad eyes to meet mine. I gently stroked his fur, whispering soothing words in hopes they’d ease his unease. It felt as if he were trying to communicate something only his soft whines could express, and though he couldn’t speak, I understood his need for reassurance—and I was determined to give it in every way I could.
Max’s Sad Look
