Tonight was a very weird night. First the a woman at the airport re-united with her lost dog of 6 years. Camera crews were on scene to watch the dog arrive.
Then we met PJ, Azyxa’s 2nd cousin who is staying with us this weekend while he does Austin Indie Flick Showcases where two of his short films are being shown.
Sadly, we showed up too late at Bambu Lounge and didn’t get to hear Rich spin za deeeeeep house! But then Azyxa met this very cool club dancer who I think was trying to pick him up. In any case, the dude can dance!
I’m so tired I could puke. Meeting up with my brother and Tivi tomorrow for lunch at Perry’s Steakhouse for some mad porkchop action. If only I could get to sleep!
Oh…and yeah.. I was so tired today after cleaning, I went to go give Daisy a haircut and forgot to put the guard on and started shaving her with a zero. ACCKK. So yeah, needless to say, she’ll be wearing a shirt for the rest of this month!
Yep in the bottle by the Diablo head.
Making my mom insanely proud since 1977! Hi Mom!
also, Daisy isn’t jealous anymore.
It’s cleaning day.. which means blaring the music, dancing like a freak, torturing the girls, and proving Azyxa wrong. oh yeah.. and some cleaning… wohooo!!!
/uhn uhns uhns
I took Dessy to go see Dr. Pitmon today. I gave her all the blood work, sonographs, and x-rays the previous vet had taken.
It’s honestly, most likely one of three things. cancer, chronic pancreatitis, or traiditis. Either or, these are just bad situations for a cat to be in because we’re dealing with limited life expectancy but without doing really invasive tests, there’s no way of knowing if we’re going to get 2 months or 2 years.
On her current medication, she has a maximum life span now of three years at absolute best case scenerio. However, the longer she’s on the meds, there will come to a point where you get diminishing returns.
So I’m going an ultrasound done next week so they can compare her innerds from this week to a few weeks ago when my crazy cancer happy vet told me she probably has cancer.
Not having an active plan of treatment is what upset me the most because I want to know what kind of quality of life I can provide for Dessy.
It got me thinking about all actions towards life extension. I mentioned to my therapist that maybe Dessy and people like me shouldn’t be here because we are so dependent on a medical system to continue on. Why not just shove us off the cliff, help natural selection along?
She replied that maybe it would work but that it wouldn’t leave a lot of people left. She said instead that maybe I should redefine my perspective of what life is at any given moment. Who is to say what type of medications make you dependent vs not.. what makes you a whole person vs a broken damaged one? is one more valuable than the other? and to whom?
So yeah, 0.25 mg of Prednisone twice a day and feeding her nothing but Wellness food that doesn’t add any strain to her pancreas and intestine so that scarring doesn’t occur. She needs lots of attention throughout the day and has feeding times once every 4 hours. I’m honestly quite terrified of leaving her to go to the Netherlands next month but the tickets are non refundable and my mom has offered to care for her so….yeah we’ll see..
death.. life… death.. and somewhere in between there is a whole load of questions I don’t have the answer to.