On a side note, and speaking of cat scratch fever, my youngest brother contracted it from a feral stray kitten he adopted when he was 13 and I was 16. Seven specialists couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, and they ended up doing exploratory surgery on him, thinking he had cancer, which left a scar from his navel to the top of his chest. My mother, and ex-nurse, had told the doctors to test him for that, and one out and out lied, said they had, and the results were negative. It was only after the surgery that the doctor said they hadn't tested him for that because they thought it unlikely. My brother has always been resentful that my parents didn't sue the sh*t out of them, but they're very pro-keeping doctors' fees down, which speaks to doctors' insurance. Your spleen, although not major, fights off disease, and now, without fail, if my brother's remotely been close to someone with a cold or the flu, he gets it, too. I don't blame him for his anger, and I can't begin to tell you how much my mother freaked out, and how much it aged her. He was in the hospital for a month, and then had home tutoring for a quarter before he was well enough to go back to school.
