Earlyn died from disseminated lymphoma... which, I guess in layman's terms, is "widespread cancer".
Every day since her death I had been waking up up in a panic, wondering whether I would lose Pi (if it was confirmed PDD), or whether I should be mad at myself (if it had turned out to be liver disease or something else that I could have prevented). I guess, in that sense, cancer was the best possible result because I don't think there was anything I could have done to save her... even if it had been diagnosed much earlier. The vet told me that it is very hard to diagnose in birds, and even if they do catch it, the treatments for cancer are experimental at best.
The emergency vet said that he was somewhat surprised by the result, because they were pretty sure she was showing symptoms of PDD. My regular vet never thought it was PDD, because he said he had never seen a case of it without regurgitation before. Thankfully, he was correct, and despite the tragedy of losing Earlyn, my confidence in him has increased tenfold.
Poor Pi can now relax a little without his person fluttering around him constantly, checking for illness and looking at his droppings with a flashlight twice a day!
I would have never guessed that Earlyn had cancer. I'm so grateful that she was able to spend the last six years of her life with me, because she was so awesome. I wish it could have been much, much longer, but at least we had those six years. <3





