February 29th 2012 12:04 am
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Can you believe it? I’m halfway home with the treatments. I just got my third treatment today. They say I look good. (Well... Is there another way for me to look?)
I’ve gotten this routine down pat. I see Mom racing around first thing in the morning and I know I’m going. I also know she’s going to catch me. What’s the point of hiding? I just hope she won’t notice me in my bed. (She always does, though.) She puts me in my carrier and we head out the door. I meow really loud so everyone in the building knows she’s about to subject my body to medical torture. Then we take the car service and I’m really quiet. I growl at Stacy Ann when she comes to get me. I curse the doctors when they treat me. Afterwards, they take the bandage off my leg because Mom ratted on me. She told them that I don’t let her do it. I growl at Stacy Ann when she brings me back to Mom. Stacy Ann laughs. By the time we leave the clinic, I really need to use the litter box, so I keep telling the cab driver he has to hurry. Why does it take such a long time to get home? (I didn’t make it today. Mom had to clean a poop ball out of my floofy pants. :( )
Now, just when I’ve learned the routine, they’re already changing it. My next appointment isn’t for another 3 weeks. They’re pretty sure they have my low WBC pattern figured out so I don’t need to go for so many CBCs anymore. Woo hoo! (Good riddance Stacy Ann. I won’t miss you while I’m gone. Will you miss me? I hope so. Who’s going to abuse you when I’m not there? Besides, who does it better than me?)
Giggles. Mom just yelled ‘ouch’. You know what that means? I’m getting Mirtazapine again. My last pill was on Friday and by today I was picking at my food. (See, when I get the pill, I get really, really hungry. The only way to be sure I get Mom’s attention is by putting my nails in her leg.)
Oh heck. She thinks I had enough food today so she just caught me and put me in her lap. Instead of dictating my diary from floor level, I have to stare at the computer screen.
Anyway, it’s been a week since Mom spoke to Dr. V. and Dr. O. about my meds. I’m still looking good after Mom stopped giving me the second dose of Tylan. Tonight is the first night I also don’t get the second dose of prednisolone. Paws crossed that this works ‘cause Dr. V. wants to stop the meds altogether. I heard Mom gasp into the phone when she heard that. Mom told Dr. V. it felt like working without a safety net. Dr. V. had to remind her we could start up the meds again if we need to.
You know what else? Mom vacuumed behind her rehearsal mirror the other day and she found a whole stash of rattle and crackle balls. I had so much fun playing with them I lost them again. Samsara’s also pretty happy since Mom also found a whole bunch of her mousies.
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Watching over you and purring for you to get all better soon.
I am glad you are keeping all the staff in line :)
Halfway is good! Sounds like you have the routine mastered - way ta go, girl!!! This is, after all, all about YOU - keep reminding them of this - MOL! And, since you mention the mousies behind the mirror, you didn't, by any chance, find some old grey mousies that we lost months ago? I mean, it kinda sounds like you've got a black hole thingy there - maybe that's where all OUR toys are going, too!!!
You go, girl! Keep feeling better, and make sure those vet vampires earn their blood!
The Tour de France is decided in stages. The lead rider at the end of a stage is given the yellow jersey and the right to start the next stage of the Tour in the yellow jersey.
Since you're leading each stage of your chemo progression and white blood cells have been cycling, I thought I'd make the cycling reference. Yellow may not be your colour and we certainly aren't in France, but with the way you've been leading through your chemo stages, it looks like the yellow jersey is yours through the finish.
Way to go on getting halfway done! Sending purrs.
colette...ewe noe another grate place ta look FOR toys iz under de frig....another grate place ta look for FOOD iz IN de frig...another grate place ta hide coz peepul always looks down...never up...is de top OF de frig....
we be veree happee sum bodee invented de frig
we bee trooly verree happy ta lurn yur appts R going grate
keep givin de vets hill ona hockey stik N send stacy ann a "been nice werkin with ya" card like peepulz due N ya dont even HAVE ta meen it...
like when mom signed a good riddance card to a boss...
We are glad you have reached the downhill side of your route/journey...and hope that it will all work out furry well fur you!
Hang in there!
We are continuing all of our purrs fur you!
Glad to hear you are making your displeasure known, and that the chemo treatments are going well so far. We continue to purr for you pretty girl.
Glad Mom found a bunch of your toys for you. Tell her she needs to do that for you every day!
Hooray Colette! Great job making it half-way through, and the toy bonus is pretty cool. I don't like the vet either, but they call me velcro cat, 'cause if they hold me over their shoulder and I cling to it, I usually don't fight what they're doing (but that's because I'm freaked out with fear, thank you very much.) Keep up the good work, and three cheers for your mom who is willing to do all this work to get you well!
Thank you, effurybody. It feels strange. I just got my 'meds' for the evening--lysine gel--that's it. Mom calls it 'meds light'.
Thanks for the Tour de France jersey, Nuk. Wow! That's what you meant!
Sorry, Samhain. The mousies came in lots of colors, but grey wasn't one of them. Mom was cracking up laughing. There was quite a pile on the floor. But it seems that my jingle balls are keeping your mousies company. :(
Onyx and Pennie, I intend to go on fighting. Mom keeps having to explain to the peeps that I'm really a softie. Good--better to keep 'em guessing. Keshy climbed into the doctor's arms. He found himself kissing her quite by accident--I don't think they'd try that with me.
And, Pennie, Mom says thanks for your kind words.
Colette I bet your Mom loved it as the best part, when you were in the Car Service and was "really quiet"! Of course I would not understand that because when Dad took me for a brushing out last weekend I meowed the entire time I was in the car. He was so surprised I still had any voice left at all, afterwards!
I'm glad you are half done with your treatments, and doing well!
Love Tabatha xo
I am so proud of you Colette, you keep fighting and doing well, that is important and make sure you eat, tell your Mom to let you eat whenever you want....know that I am here with you, I know what you are going through and it isn't easy for you or your Mom...but hang in there sweet girl...and don't let those vampires get away with getting your blood, you need to leave your mark...
Hugs and sending you butterflies from heaven