We see the oncologist on Monday to see if it's spread anywhere else, and then figure it out from there.
She still has no idea anything is wrong. The melanoma is ugly, and sorta blocks her vision in that eye, and bleeds if she rubs it funny, but is otherwise not really bothering her. She's totally focused on playing with her kitten.
Dammit, Sandman, you are a companion, not a replacement, do you hear me?
Come on, Trixie LaRue, let's go for a walk so you can sniff the neighborhood.