Jasper and I are also on the mend from our respective lump removals. My incision is slowly but surely fading from red to pink and now it's just a matter of time and moisturizing before it turns into a normal old scar.
Jasper had a followup vet visit today. It started off rough, because he peed all over the carpet and my shoe when I went to put him in his carrier, and it only got worse when we finally arrived at the vet's office. Jasper was nearly paralyzed with fear because the place was full of big, enthusiastic dogs. They had mercy on us and ushered us into an alternate waiting area and then a private room, rather than out in the lobby. His leg is healing nicely, albeit slowly because his ability to heal is hampered by his diabetes. But with or without his gnarly leg, he is my same old lump of kitty love:
He sleeps next to my pillow every night, purring his furry little heart out.