I'm the goofy one and have my mom's heart. |
I went back to the vet Thursday, Jan. 14, for a day-long
blood test. That’s the one that said I
had Cushings. Mom has been trying to
read about it, and much of what she’s read isn’t good news. Others have been able to keep their fur
babies for quite a while with certain treatments, so I know that’s what she’s
hoping for. But she still keeps crying
because she doesn’t know enough yet.
Maybe me being sick wouldn’t be so bad if it were just me,
but pop’s girl, Jade, had a splenectomy in early-December. She weighed 23.5 pounds, and they removed a
1.4-pound tumor. The vet said that
usually as ugly and big as it was, that type is normally benign. It wasn’t.
Jade will probably have 3-12 months.
Mom could do chemo for three months, but she and pop chose not to based
on quality of life. So Jade gets an
anti-inflammatory, cancer-inhibiting pill once a day.
Jade might be sick, but you’d never know it. She’s like the old Jade … demanding, playing,
lively, barking too much, being bossy. Mom’s
been giving her special treatment, too.
I know it’s hard for mom because Daisy Mae has been sick,
too, throwing up. She figures it’s cuz
Daisy got in the bird seed and she’s allergic to nuts. It’s been a long, hard road this fall and
winter. And I can only cuddle up to her
and give her love, as she gives me cuz we're her kids. I sleep right up next to her heart, and she knows I have a huge piece of it.
Jade looks slim and trim after losing the tumor. I'm looking at her in a whole different way. |
I’ll try to do some updates.
Mom has some good friends who are telling her things because they’ve had
fur babies with cancer and Cushings so hopefully those things will help Jade
and me, too. The upside is that I'm getting lots and lots of extra food. But all this couldn’t have come
at a worse time since mom’s going on vacation in less than a month and will be
gone for two months. But maybe I’ll live
a long time and she won’t be so sad.
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