I’ve been loading Mr. Meow up in his carrier every Monday for the past few weeks and taking him to the bet for a check up on his feeding tube and health in general. He’s been doing okay. Last week his weight was up from 9.3 to 9.5. It was encouraging he’d gained weight. That meant it might not be cancer after all.
This past week has seen HUGE strides in his health. He’s been pooping again. (Sort of messy/runny poos, but he hadn’t really been going before so we’re glad to see him stinking up his potty box.)
He’s also been a LOT more playful. He’s been wrestling with me again, and tormenting both Murph and Tab by chasing after them.
He’s back to jumping on the kitchen counter and asking for sink water. (He loves drinking from the faucet.) And he’s been my shower buddy again. (He waits outside the shower until I’m done and then wants to drink from the shower head. Did I mention his affinity for water?)
But at his check up this week he had his biggest improvements yet. He gained a half a pound AND all of his blood work came back 100% normal! Dr. Stumb couldn’t even believe it. She had figured to see it had dropped some, but not like the results that came in.
For instance, one of his most impressive numbers involved something to do with his liver. When we’d first took him in that particular level was 1,000. Normal should be between 40-130. He was right on 130 yesterday.
Dr. Stumb tried to credit the victory to me saying if I hadn’t been willing to take on the task of caring for him via his feeding tube and making sure he got all his meds he never would’ve bounced back like this.
But if she hadn’t of checked him in and given us the feeding tube option and just looked at him like an old cat whose time had probably come and not helped treat him, he’d be gone.
So I credit it to the both of us. It was a tag team effort to get him back on track.
But Mr. Meow is the real miracle. He was the day he followed me up the steps and marched right in his home like he knew he was meant to be there (which, of course, he was), and he is now that he responded so well to the treatments.
So it looks like it’s not cancer after all. PHEW! Again, so grateful to the marvels of modern medicine. It saved my baby’s life!
