Bluebird
Once again, I am SO jealous of Karen and her bird feeders. She recently sent me picture of this bluebird at her feeder. Even her finches are more colorful than mine.
I am Going Out to Dance in the Streets
The vets put that scarf on him. I didn’t do that!
It’s the best possible news on every level. He’s got the low-grade lymphoma and according to the vet, cats can live a good quality of life for many years with this. She said I should think of it as a chronic, but manageable disease.
She put him on the chlorambucil (aka leukeran) which is, as Melissa said, a very mild chemotherapy drug, AND it’s not expensive, AND I only need to bring him next month, then for another ultrasound in 2-3 months, so I won’t be going completely broke in order to pay for visits and medicine.
Aside from “this has all been a big mistake, he’s fine” this is the best news she could have given me. I am SO happy. I am just so freaking happy.
Look at who got as big as a house!
While I tried to fatten up Buddy I’ve probably given Finney diabetes. Look at the size of this belly!
Buddy’s got an appointment with the oncologist at 9am. I’m scared. And now that I’m feeling a little better about Buddy I’m scared about what this is going to cost!
A Post that is Not About Buddy
Although I forgot to feed the birds yesterday, I was that distracted. I haven’t missed a day regardless of rain or blizzards.
I had a ray of light on Friday. My agent thinks my book proposal is ready to go out. She showed it to another agent at her agency to get a second opinion and that agent thinks it’s ready to go out. I think it’s my best writing yet, and about a subject very near and dear to my heart: singing and the Grace Church Choral Society. Please please please let me get to write this book. I think it’s the book that will bring together everything that I do best.
I took this shot minutes ago up on the roof. Usually when I take a picture of the Empire State Building I zoom in on it. This gives a more accurate representation of how far away it is.
The New Normal
Here is Buddy, nudging me to feed him. The vet said to go ahead and let him eat babyfood to his heart’s content. More calories. I want to wait a few minutes and give the Pepcid a chance to kick in.
He’s curled up on my lap now, purring. It’s like nothing is wrong. The universe is giving us a little time off from heart ache, I guess. Thank you, Universe.
I know I should talk about something else besides Buddy.
How do you prevent or fix that glow-y eyes thing, by the way, does anyone know?