He sees "something"

So I take Rumble to another vet here in the city who is going to perform the Ultrasound.  I drop him off because the vet is busy and has squeezed us into his schedule for the day.  They inform me that Rumble will come back with a shaved belly and that unless Rumble cooperates, he will have to be given anesthesia to help him calm down. 

I come back hours later and the vet sits me down in the waiting room, not a private room, which irritated me.  Yes, the waiting room was empty, but I would rather have not cried infront of the receptionist, news like this should have been delivered in a small private room, just me, the vet, and Rumble. 

Turns out that Rumble has a mass between his pancreas, duadenum, and stomach.  The vet can't exactly tell where it is but he knows that all three organs are affected.  There, in the middle of the waiting room, I learn that my heartbeat on four legs has an incurable cancer with a 95% rate of death within weeks after diagnosis. 

Through my sobs, I ask the vet what our next step is.  He said I had three options: 

1. Treat his symptoms and let him go.
2. Have our vet go in for exploratory surgery and assess the damage.  If it’s pancreas or duodenal, close him up and take him home and treat the symptoms, if it’s anywhere else our vet would try to take it out if he can. 
3. Go to surgical specialists and let them open him up and try to take it out even if it is in the pancreas or duodenal. 

No decision needed to be made right there so I took Rumble home.  I wasn't exactly able to hold much back in the waiting room when he told me, but I REALLY let it all out in the parking lot in the car.  I said a prayer, composed myself well enough to drive, and took Rumble home. 

I wanted to include the Ultrasound and X-ray pictures because I think stuff like this is really neat.  I can't tell you what exactly is in each picture, or where the mass is, but here they are anyways.