This isn't going to be a post about fertility stuff, which I realise may irritate my readers since that's the point of my blog. However, it's also a blog about me and how I'm feeling, so I'm hoping you'll understand as this is what's upsetting me most just at the moment.
My cat has cancer. The vet recommended at least trying to operate to remove it, which is happening on Tuesday morning.
However, because he's 17, there's a chance he won't survive the operation. They will do a comprehensive bloodwork beforehand (he and I are similar creatures, it would seem) and if all is well, they'll go ahead, but there's still a chance his heart could stop during the surgery.
This means that when I drop him off at the vet's on Tuesday morning, I will have to say goodbye as I may never see his little ginger face again.
I've booked Tuesday and Wednesday off work. I figure I'll be around to nurse him round the clock if all goes well. I will stay up and near him all night Tuesday night. I can't bear the thought of losing him. I know he's 17 so I have to be realistic - but not now; please, not now.
He's such a good, sweet, affectionate little cat. My mum and I sat and sobbed over him for the best part of an hour this evening, and agreed that if it all goes wrong we will bring him home and plant a rosebush above him.
I told him he has to survive. I'm reluctant to put him through surgery at his age but we have to at least try to save him.
I said he has to be around to meet my baby one day. I hope they will be great friends.
Thursday, 24 April 2008
Off-topic but bear with me - I'm hurting
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4 comments:
Oh, I am so sorry. This is not what you need right now. Know that you are strong enough to handle anything. And I truly hope your cat will use only one of his nine lives and be there when your baby arrives. I will be thinking about you.
Wow. I am so sorry. I will say a pray for your kitteh. It's funny how they are so much a part of our family. My first cat went through kidney failure, but lived for 7 years after the diagnosis, but I went through many gut wrenching moments where I thought I might lose her. I pray your angel makes it through and you nurse him back to health.
I am sooooo sorry. I understand how horrible it is to be looking at something like this, especially now when you are already feeling wounded by all the stuff in your life anyways. I will send positive and healing thoughts to your cat and hope that he will be with you for quite a while to come.
Sending good vibes your way. xx
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