Nicknames: Coon Girl, Lisa Lisa, Hissy, Kissy, Big Paws
Gotcha Date: January 9th 2005
Birthday: November 1st 2003
Coloration: Brown Tabby
Likes: Eating, sleeping, playing, looking out the window, having her hair combed
Pet-Peeves: Not getting her food fast enough, other cats, dogs, having her nails cut
Favorite Toy: Toy mouse, feather toy, turbo scratcher, jingle bell, catnip, scratching post, bugs
Favorite Nap Spot: Anywhere in the house
Favorite Food: Natural Balance and Avoderm reduced calorie food in cans
Skills: Sleeping in a twisted position, sitting up, announcing her arrival to join me by grunting
Arrival Story: I visited the cat shelter I once volunteered at the week before Christmas 2004. There was a cat who watched everything I did when I walked by her. She wanted attention, which I gave her. I went back to the shelter on January 9, 2005. When I walked in, she went to the front of the room to listen to whatever I had to say. She knew--and I knew--she was coming home with me! I kept the name she had before and during life at the shelter. She was most likely born sometime in 2003.
Bio: Lisa made herself at home quickly; the first thing she did was run to the food dish. When she first met one of my friends who has a cat, she hissed at her after she smelled her cat on her. She got used to the smell of other cats; she still doesn't like it, but tolerates it. Lisa now likes the friend she hissed at earlier. I'm so happy I gave Lisa a home away from streets and shelters!
On September 10, I went to the vet to get my stitches out and for my first chemo treatment.
Because it was my second surgery in a short time, I had more red on my belly than the first stitch removal. I wore my collar for a few more days than before because of that. When it was time for that stupid cone to come off, I got into a position to make it easy for mom to take it off of me.
Before my first chemo, one of the vet helpers took a chest X-ray. Whoever examined it found something that shouldn’t be there and the oncologist is afraid it could be more cancer. He called mom and asked her if she still wanted me to have the chemo. She told him to go ahead and give it to me because I don’t act like a sickly cat. I still like to jump, eat and show off my kitty attitude.
I went to my primary care vet September 17 for a complete blood count. The results were normal and the vet said that the chemo may be able to take care of whatever is in my chest.
I go for my second chemo this Wednesday. I will have another chest X-ray before my third chemo (probably on October 22) to find out if there are any changes.
The vets don’t want to cut into me again and we all want whatever was found in my chest to go away.
I will do everything to get well and stay well, with the help of mom and my vets. The surgeon did a lot of cutting into me recently and we all hope that I don't need another operation for a long time! Mom told me that she will send a living picture of me to the pet insurance company she uses on the first anniversary of my cancer diagnosis, which will be July 14, 2015.
Thanks to all of you who have sent presents, paw mails and comments. Mom was able to get back to some of you and says if she hasn't, she hasn't forgotten and will do so when she can.
On July 12, mom petted me and I rolled over to show my belly. She felt something under all the hair and looked at it. She didn’t like it and she took me to the emergency/specialist vet that is open on Saturday nights and all other times.
Someone was there to examine me. The vet took a needle biopsy and called mom on July 14 with the results.
It was breast cancer.
I had surgery on July 28 to remove the not only the breast with the lump, but they took the entire breast chain on the same side. The post-surgery biopsy confirmed the diagnosis.
On August 27, I had the other breast chain removed. Mom got the results of the biopsy from that surgery yesterday and there was no cancer. It looks like the cancer did not spread beyond the one breast.
The surgery they did to me is perhaps the equivalent to double mastectomy in a woman. They do this to cats because breast cancer is more deadly in cats than in most other animals.
I go back to the vet on September 10 to get my stitches removed and will get the first of five chemo treatments. Mom and I only hope that this cancer never returns.
I always had the will to live through this. Mom would have never known I was sick if she didn’t feel my breast lump. I never lost my appetite or energy and I never vomited (except hairballs) or had diarrhea.
Mom gives me the love, food and rest I want. She has to keep the bedroom door shut and she turned my favorite chair and living room condo around to keep me from jumping. I got on the bed and watched birds from the bedroom window every day between my first stitch removal and my second surgery. Mom told me I can jump again after I get home on September 10.