A few months ago in late May, I noticed a scab on the outside of Simon’s front right fetlock. He must have nicked it being Simon (because he’s constantly covered in various skin ailments and scabs and bites), and I gave no thought of it.
A few days went by, and the scab was still there as well as was hard to pick off. Weird, but it’s better not to go digging into my horse with my fingernails. He probably won’t like that.
Then I went home for a long weekend in early June, and I came back to find not a scab but a full on wart. Wart?! Gross!
I texted my friend, who told me to call her when an alien baby started growing out of it… until then it wasn’t interesting.
Since I didn’t want to wait for the alien baby, I googled and searched on Chronicle, and realized it was a sarcoid. Okay, not skin cancer and not life threatening… but I needed to get rid of it. My trainer suggested Thuja, an oral natural supplement that kicked up the body’s immune system. I dissolved them in water and shot them under his tounge with a syringe, but no effect.
Various places on the internet said toothpaste, so I tried that. It made him minty fresh and sticky. As an added bonus, flies also loved it… but the sarcoid flipped toothpaste the bird.
I tried antifungal cream mixed with antibiotic ointment and diaper rash cream (aka my scratches concoction), and nothing.
All the while, it was getting slowly bigger. Bigger and more broccoli like. I think it goes without saying, that your horse’s leg should not look like a vegetable. About two months later after I first realized it wasn’t a scab, I sent the vet this picture.
For the record, I also sent this to my friend and told her the alien baby had arrived. Congratulations Simon!
Some texting with the vet concluded that since this was all in the surface skin and sarcoids tend to be aggressive, the best thing to do would be to remove it all… so that’s what we did.
First he gave Simon some happy juice and scrubbed/blocked the foot…
(Warning: If you’re a little squeamish, stop looking at pictures here.)
Then he cut out the
broccoli sarcoid. This needed to be done carefully (aka why we don’t attack our horses with sharp knives) because the tumor was right on Simon’s joint and there isn’t really a lot between the skin and “more important stuff” right underneath.
Here’s the offender. The vet asked me if I would like to keep it… uh, no thanks. I love Simon, but I don’t need to be collecting his body parts.
Then he stitched Simon back up, and bandaged the leg. Easy peasy! Well, probably only easy if you’re a vet… Even though he has to have a bit over a week off for the stitches to heal and the removal was more money than I had in mind, I’m glad it’s off. There is a chance it could grow back, but since we got all of it while it was small the chance is fairly slim.
I was hoping to clip Simon’s ears as some silver lining to this experience, but even with his head on the ground drooling… I put my fingers in his ears and he was all “I’m awake! I’m awake!”