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News, But Not What I Was Hoping For
Jun. 24th, 2011 12:02 pmSo Tristan - my sweet orange kitty - had his ultrasound this morning.
It's not good.
His liver is enlarged and irregular, throughout the entire organ, and there's a separate mass that looks like it's probably on his pancreas as well. He's starting to build up fluid in his abdomen.
The specialist was able to take aspirates from the liver and the separate mass, so we should have a final diagnosis by Monday, but... it's just a formality at this point. Odds are it's cancer; there's not much else that can do this.
And he's going downhill so quickly. It's only been a week from the first time he didn't finish his dinner. I can already feel his spine sticking out. He's still trying to act like himself, but I can see changes in how he walks, and how much time he spends hiding in my closet.
We're keeping up his meds, but I don't know how much they're helping. The big question I'm going to face, once we have our final diagnosis, is whether to put him through full-on chemotherapy or just try to keep him comfortable for a little while. I ask people this question every day, I ask them to make this decision, but somehow I'm not ready to answer it myself.
I don't want to finish my work day. I don't want to make dinner tonight. I don't want to go play in a LARP tomorrow and pretend to be all suave and witty. I don't want to be around other humans at all, except my husband. I just want my baby, and I want him to be better....
It's not good.
His liver is enlarged and irregular, throughout the entire organ, and there's a separate mass that looks like it's probably on his pancreas as well. He's starting to build up fluid in his abdomen.
The specialist was able to take aspirates from the liver and the separate mass, so we should have a final diagnosis by Monday, but... it's just a formality at this point. Odds are it's cancer; there's not much else that can do this.
And he's going downhill so quickly. It's only been a week from the first time he didn't finish his dinner. I can already feel his spine sticking out. He's still trying to act like himself, but I can see changes in how he walks, and how much time he spends hiding in my closet.
We're keeping up his meds, but I don't know how much they're helping. The big question I'm going to face, once we have our final diagnosis, is whether to put him through full-on chemotherapy or just try to keep him comfortable for a little while. I ask people this question every day, I ask them to make this decision, but somehow I'm not ready to answer it myself.
I don't want to finish my work day. I don't want to make dinner tonight. I don't want to go play in a LARP tomorrow and pretend to be all suave and witty. I don't want to be around other humans at all, except my husband. I just want my baby, and I want him to be better....
