max and i had a sad visit with the vet on friday. instead of having his regular chemo treatment, he had some blood drawn and a new xray taken. his xray looks exactly the same as the one taken two and a half months earlier when he was first diagnosed with lymphoma--except for the fact that he's about twice the size now as he was then, incredibly enough.
the thought is, that, perhaps he had that other kind of cancer that's untreatable, since the spot in his chest is still there. if that's the case, then we're curious as to how he got as better as he did and so quickly.
the vet was choked up and near to tears when she told me that she wished she had some good news for me.
max is not taking any more medicine. he doesn't need to, because it's not working any more.
i asked the vet if he's in any pain. she assured me that, no, he is not. but as soon as he takes a turn from the worst... starts vomiting or gasping for breathe, then we need to take him in to have him put to rest.
i was told, "maybe weeks". i don't think he's going to last that long though... he's not had anything to eat or drink since yesterday morning when he shared some honey nut cheerios with me.
we knew when we started his treatment in late november that he would not last forever. i was hoping he'd have made it all the way through his treatment (another 12 weeks), but we weren't even certain the chemo would do anything for him.
in the end, we are so grateful for the 2 full, healthy, happy months we were able to add onto his too-short little life. if he makes it until feb 12th, he'll be a full ten months old.
no, we'll never get to see how big he would have gotten (i think he would have been a big cat, what with his loooong legs and looooonger tourso and tail, and those big ears and really big eyes). but other than that, ryan and i have been through so much with max. so many memorable moments and little life lessons... as many as any life time, as long or as short, could wish for.
he helped us build our kitchen over the summer. he ate strange things, and i will think of him every time i open a bottle of water. he, even now, is lying down a kitty arm's reach away from one of his many bottle caps. it's going to be really hard to pick them all up... i'm not sure what i'll do with them all.
for all of you who have been with max since we got him, since he was diagnosed... it's couple hundred times harder for us right now. but, we're okay.
max is sleeping, resting. he's pawing his bottle cap and watching my little brother play super mario on the tv. he's been following me to bed and then downstairs for the day. he even meowed once this morning.
... i guess the next post with max in the title will be the last...
(((((maxerodenfoe)))))
the thought is, that, perhaps he had that other kind of cancer that's untreatable, since the spot in his chest is still there. if that's the case, then we're curious as to how he got as better as he did and so quickly.
the vet was choked up and near to tears when she told me that she wished she had some good news for me.
max is not taking any more medicine. he doesn't need to, because it's not working any more.
i asked the vet if he's in any pain. she assured me that, no, he is not. but as soon as he takes a turn from the worst... starts vomiting or gasping for breathe, then we need to take him in to have him put to rest.
i was told, "maybe weeks". i don't think he's going to last that long though... he's not had anything to eat or drink since yesterday morning when he shared some honey nut cheerios with me.
we knew when we started his treatment in late november that he would not last forever. i was hoping he'd have made it all the way through his treatment (another 12 weeks), but we weren't even certain the chemo would do anything for him.
in the end, we are so grateful for the 2 full, healthy, happy months we were able to add onto his too-short little life. if he makes it until feb 12th, he'll be a full ten months old.
no, we'll never get to see how big he would have gotten (i think he would have been a big cat, what with his loooong legs and looooonger tourso and tail, and those big ears and really big eyes). but other than that, ryan and i have been through so much with max. so many memorable moments and little life lessons... as many as any life time, as long or as short, could wish for.
he helped us build our kitchen over the summer. he ate strange things, and i will think of him every time i open a bottle of water. he, even now, is lying down a kitty arm's reach away from one of his many bottle caps. it's going to be really hard to pick them all up... i'm not sure what i'll do with them all.
for all of you who have been with max since we got him, since he was diagnosed... it's couple hundred times harder for us right now. but, we're okay.
max is sleeping, resting. he's pawing his bottle cap and watching my little brother play super mario on the tv. he's been following me to bed and then downstairs for the day. he even meowed once this morning.
... i guess the next post with max in the title will be the last...
(((((maxerodenfoe)))))
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I'm so sorry, dear...
If you ever need a cup of tea, a shoulder to cry on, and the most ridiculous and rambling reading notes ever--you know where to find me. Usually to your right.
I have lost many darlings in the past, but never so young. Our latest beloved is just over a year old, rehomed having been abandoned by her previous owners when they moved--a beautiful, entirely black girl and the friendliest cat. Pulsing with energy, she adores me and my boyfriend.
I will hug her extra close today, and send you one of those hugs as well by mind-mail. x
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