Anyone who's followed by Faith's nearly four-year cancer journey, knows this little kitty has defied the odds (and her eventual fate) more than nine lives should allow - including one dramatic turn for the better one hour before her euthansia more than two years ago.
Well, she's beat them again, at least for this moment.
Because of her longterm steriod use (anticipated to be a couple of months, not years), Faith drinks a lot but can't keep up with the fluid loss. So she was recently prescribed subcutaneous fluids twice a week at home.
Before Faith received Fluid Treatment No. 1, we had the carpet stretchers at opur house. My room and the hall had rather suddenly developed a large, long trail of a hump that urgently needed repair due to its size, location, and hazard (large enough we kept tripping over it).
That means completely emptying my room, a many-hour task on Calkins Day, for which I took the day off work.
Well, the carpet stretchers arrived two hours early, and we were far from done. So they headed to some other jobs and came back at the end of the day. That means a panicked Faith hid somewhere all day and under my bed once they were gone.
Faith stayed there most of Saturday, and I don't think she slept much those two days.
By Saturday night, she'd lost half a pound, looked ghastly, and received her first treatment of at-home fluids.
I worked through the weekend, so she and I hung out together. She didn't eat or drink much, but she did rest her face in the water bowl.
We decided to cancel my PT for Monday, give Tiny's vaccination appointment to Faith, and do whatever we needed to do to address the issue.
That brings us to last night.
At ten o'clock, Faith suddently discovered water.
And kibbles.
And sticks of wet food (the lickable snacks, and she eats an average of ten per day as a supplement).
Well, she ate eight of them last night.
I dozed on the bed and refilled her bowl each time I heard her licking the empty bowl. Untill well past midnight, I was up and down refilling her bowl. I also gave her fresh water around four.
She's still a little dehydrated. But her veterinarian said no more subcutaneous fluids until her next scheduled one, since she's eating and drinking. She also doesn't need to be seen, hurray!
We get that Faith is on borrowed time, and her situation can change on a dime. Her four-year anniversary since diagnosis is less than two months away, and we'd be surprised if she makes that.
In the meantime...
Tiny is rescheduled for next week. I get to go to work and PT as if nothing happened.
Faith is currently hanging out under the bed pecking and food and water.
Not bad for a Monday, right?
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