Vet Visit

So today I had my vincristine. I got weighed, and I am down to 4.5kg, I was 4.7 kg two weeks ago. This is almost half a pound of weight loss. So it seems the weight loss was not a scale variance. I lost a lot of weight with the doxo last time too, but not this much. I did eat less this time though. Mom is still not happy that the nausea doesn't seem to be quite following the usual pattern. Yes, she kept me eating well by giving me lots of Zofran, but during the second week when I should have been eating my usual can and a half, I wasn't. I still would only eat a little less than a can, and even that required almost-daily shots of Zofran. Finally, I haven't been regularly coming up to snuggle mom and dad at night for two weeks. I do this almost every night when feeling well, yet I've only come upstairs about twice in the past two weeks. This could all still be related to the chemo, and the vets aren't mentioning concern to my mom yet, but she is still worried.

Also, they wrote on the sheet that my kidneys were large and had "abnormal surface". Now, they usually write "large, lumpy" or just "large", so it seems this is just the way my kidneys have healed since the cancer. They did do an ultrasound about 5 weeks ago and found no cancer then, so hopefully this is just the status quo. Mom asked a tech, and they said that yes, it was just a different doctor's terminology, not to worry. And the detailed notes mentioned nothing about the weight loss or the kidneys, and they didn't do another ultrasound, so mommy figures they aren't worried, but she worries just the same.

Oh, I was terribly fractious at the vet's today! I was just a darling angel this morning- mommy picked me up and I snuggled her and she set me in front of the PTU and I walked right in, no problem. I was noisy the whole drive down of course, but did not growl or meow once brought into the vet's. So, Mom asked the the vets if they could try the IV chemo with me today instead of putting me in the gas chamber like usual. Well, before mommy even got back home from dropping me off (it's an hour drive), they had called Daddy and said that I was being fractious and needed the gas chamber. Daddy was home from work today and thought the call was quite funny indeed. He said "Sorry my cat is a donkey" to the vets. But he used the three letter word for donkey. I wonder why he did that. The vets also seemed to find it funny when he said that, maybe because THEY know I don't look anything like a donkey! But the really fractious part about today was when mommy went to pick me up. The tech came out, gave mom my meds and an update on me, and then went back to get me. She came back empty handed and told mom that I was lunging when she tried to close the door to my carrier! So mom had to come back to the treatment room and help. Mom stuck her hand near me and said "see, it's me, mom" but I don't like the smell of the vet place so I hissed and almost bit her whole hand off, so mom gave up that idea. Instead, she had to close my door with a ruler and then the tech distracted me while mom quickly latched the door. As soon as we got in the car I turned right back into a darling angel. :)

Finally, I got some thorough bloodwork and pee-analysis today. Apparently they do this every 90 days or so just to see how things are going, it wasn't out of alarm or anything. Not sure when we will have the results on these, please keep your paws crossed. Mommy was sort of annoyed, they made no mention that they do this, and it added $150 to our bill today! Mommy thinks she might help me add a paypal button to my bloggie. Mom and dad are definitely able to pay for my treatment, but they've spent about 6000 green papers so far to do it, and are starting to get into a bit of debt. They know everything will be fine once my chemo ends in 3 months, but they say the debt numbers are starting to get scarier.