The Goods

As I mentioned in the comments, Pip was royally feted at the hospital. Doctor's visits have been rare for my girls so far, so she loves any appointment, and her day at the hospital was the cream of the crop.

We arrived before the sun came up, and she watched hours of cartoons.

Afterward, still dopey while coming out from under the anesthetic, she sported the tell-tale blue of a popsicle eater while watching more television. I also want to draw your attention to Mousey, the chosen companion. (Stinker was MIA; he probably hid as soon as he heard her plans to bring him along.) Millie made Mousey's anesthesia mask and embroidered "FAMILY" from edge to edge. Quite a dashing ensemble, I thought.

Today we confirmed that the biopsy was clear, Piper's stitches were removed, and she gave more blood (eight vials at once!) for a few additional tests. One wince and nothing more. I'm so thankful that stoic Pip is the protagonist of this tale. She shed not one tear during the whole business and only gave lots of looks like the one below.

And I'll gladly take dozens more just like it, Little Pip.