Not much of an update....
Sep. 14th, 2009 01:09 pmWe went to the vet again Friday. I stayed up all night, since I had to take Erin to the airport at 5.30 am. Somewhere in there, Marble stretched on the couch in some peculiar way, and I saw an egg-size swelling on her side. I checked a cat anatomy diagram, and yes, it was one of her kidneys. I sat up with her all night, convinced that I was going to have to put her down in a few hours.
So it seems the more hopeless I am when I go to an appointment, the less dire the report. When I go in quite sanguine and happy, I get crushed.
Not to say this was a miracle visit. No, I still need a miracle, if you have any to spare. Her bilirubin, which should be somewhere in the .9 range, is 3.low-something. It started a few weeks ago at 8.something, and was 3.high-something two weeks ago. It's a few fractions lower now, but not a huge difference. Still, lower is lower, and I won't complain. Her skin is markedly less yellow, too. The lymphoma tests came back negative, and her thyroid came back within normal levels, too. The better news, however, is that she's gained a whole pound. I worry that some of it's bloat, but it can't all be, and she seems quite happy. So I'll take it.
Dr. Winkler was honest, as ever. He's never seen a case this bad come back. But hey, anything could happen. Just...don't expect that it will.
So I keep on doing what I'm doing. I had to replace all her meds-- she outlived the ones she had.
Since I've been concentrating so hard on my own cat lately-- thus the dearth of in-depth posting-- I thought I'd at least make a token gesture and post this:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/2009/sep/13/theatre-cats
And really, I am fine. For the most part. I'm just coping by being a little more withdrawn than usual, and a little quieter. I find comfort in being here with her. I've also been more tired, cos I'm understandably not sleeping too well. But she's happy, and all in all not doing too badly, so hey, it could be worse.
So it seems the more hopeless I am when I go to an appointment, the less dire the report. When I go in quite sanguine and happy, I get crushed.
Not to say this was a miracle visit. No, I still need a miracle, if you have any to spare. Her bilirubin, which should be somewhere in the .9 range, is 3.low-something. It started a few weeks ago at 8.something, and was 3.high-something two weeks ago. It's a few fractions lower now, but not a huge difference. Still, lower is lower, and I won't complain. Her skin is markedly less yellow, too. The lymphoma tests came back negative, and her thyroid came back within normal levels, too. The better news, however, is that she's gained a whole pound. I worry that some of it's bloat, but it can't all be, and she seems quite happy. So I'll take it.
Dr. Winkler was honest, as ever. He's never seen a case this bad come back. But hey, anything could happen. Just...don't expect that it will.
So I keep on doing what I'm doing. I had to replace all her meds-- she outlived the ones she had.
Since I've been concentrating so hard on my own cat lately-- thus the dearth of in-depth posting-- I thought I'd at least make a token gesture and post this:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/2009/sep/13/theatre-cats
And really, I am fine. For the most part. I'm just coping by being a little more withdrawn than usual, and a little quieter. I find comfort in being here with her. I've also been more tired, cos I'm understandably not sleeping too well. But she's happy, and all in all not doing too badly, so hey, it could be worse.
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Date: 2009-09-14 05:22 pm (UTC)You're missed, of course. But thanks for the update. :)
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Date: 2009-09-15 12:17 am (UTC)But hey, at least I can point to something to look forward to...
http://mseuphrates.livejournal.com/732361.html
In the meantime...know we're sending what energy we can.