If you have been reading my blog for a long time, your quite familiar with the cat that I have to put welding gloves on every six weeks to trim her claws. Well that’s my baby Ruth but her given name is Ruthie. I prefer to shorten it to Ruth because I think it sounds better, just a personal preference I have. She responds to both, which I guess is good.
So, Ms. Ruth had some issues a week or so ago where there was yellow on her whiskers and I thought something bit her, it looked to be inflamed. Turns out this week I found out what that something is. There is actually a mass under her tongue that appears to be cancer. It’s infected which is what all of that yellow is. The outcome is grim as most all cats that get this diagnosis die in a short period of time. It likes to attack the mouth and a lot of cats get it on their jaws. Radiation and Chemotherapy are not options because this type of cancer doesn’t respond to them. Steroids don’t work either. This diagnosis comes without any cytology which is lab work. In other words this was diagnosed by sight and there is no scientific evidence to support the diagnosis. I was also told that this is in a spot where it’s inoperable. Given that I was ready to bring and end to this but I was seeing a new vet, she thought it would put me over the edge so she talked me out of doing that and instead tried to send me home with $50 worth of narcotic pain medicine. I had to remind her that I had to put on welding gloves to trim her claws I certainly can’t give her medicine. I took a very small amount and reduced the cost to $27. Still I was on the hook for a no so small bill. To top things off she called the police because she was certain I would commit suicide. So after I paid them and left the exam room there were two police officers who wanted to talk with me. They asked me questions they already had answers to and that just pissed me off so I was a total smart mouth. They asked me if I would harm myself. I replied simply with no I have to go to work in the morning.
I was pissed that she over reacted but at the same time it does show that someone cares and that is nice. Look my life hasn’t been a bed of roses and the last 5 plus years have been more than unkind to me. However, despite being shit on multiple times and given insurmountable obstacles, I managed to claw and fight my way around them. It’s been costly, exhausting and made me slightly mentally unstable. So I think of suicide and I talk about it but I haven’t done it. I think my reaction is reasonable for anyone who has been through all of the bullshit that I have been through.
I digress, back to my baby. To treat the infection she got a shot of a long term acting antibiotic that will last for 2 weeks. The odd thing about this whole thing is the plan was to knock her out so they could look in her mouth. I was prepared to pay for it but they tried and were successful in opening her mouth without any sedation, she let them look without fighting. Now she isn’t vaccinated against Rabies. I’m happy that she cooperated and saved me some money but at the same time if she would have bit them that would have been my fault because they didn’t do what they said they were going to. That will help things to shrink So we got this awful news on Monday night. I took an extra sleeping pill but that didn’t help, I was wired and there was no sleeping. I think eventually I might have gotten an hour or two at best. No work for me on Tuesday I took the day off. I was still very much dealing with the bad news. I used the internet to find out what I could and well when it comes to medical diagnosis the internet is not your friend, it makes things far worse than what they actually are and causes you to think illogically.
Tuesday afternoon I went back to the vet and spoke with a doc that I had seen before and really like. She is not our normal vet but rather a backup. So I talked with her and this could be a polyp or an abscess. If it’s a polyp it will stick around but it won’t grow. If it’s an abscess the antibiotic will help and it will clear up. If it’s cancer it’s going to stick around and it’s going to grow fast. She didn’t see it but based on the notes that her colleague left it does sound like cancer. She said to give it 3 days and that would be a good ballpark for where were at. I was also told that it’s possible it may be able to be lasered off. That doesn’t sound cheap but if it’s an option and it will get us out of the woods and I don’t have to take out a 2nd mortgage on my home then I will likely do it.
The funny thing is Tuesday morning Ruth just looked at me like hi and thanks for taking me to get medical care, I’m starving can you please feed me. Why do you look so sad? She was genuinely happy to see me and that in and of it’s self was comforting and heart warming.
If you think she is mean, your right and if you think she is a fighter again your correct. I don’t know that this is a battle she will win but she is sure trying. I have to put out several cans of food for her, so there is a mini smorgasbord of food for everyone. She is constantly interested in food and that makes her family happy because they get to eat more as well. She tends to like gravy more these days but she has asked, gotten and eaten her “special food” which is Fish & Shrimp. I can’t say that I have seen her drink any water but she is eating more than when she wasn’t sick. I don’t know if this is to help fight off what is ailing her or because she knows her time is limited and she wants to be pampered more than she already was. I haven’t seen her use the bathroom but she is private like that and tries to do that when I am not around, which is fine. She plays by herself by batting around foam balls and grabbing them in her mouth and carrying them around the house while meowing and moaning, she took after her mom and it’s really music to my ears. She has basically returned to her normal self with the exception of the eating thing and every now and then there is some drool on her face.
This week has been nothing short of an emotional rollercoaster that I want off of and as fast as possible. So what to do? Well basically I have to watch her and she will tell me when and/or if it’s time to go back to the vet. If we have to go back this time it will be to a vet that is familiar with me and that I trust. The person I spoke with on Tuesday is at the top of that list. So if this is cancer she will eventually stop eating, the odor in her mouth will be way worse and the mass could erupt and burst which would cause a large amount of blood to come from her mouth. All of these signs are unpleasant and freak me out. I was told that if she is normal let her be so that is exactly what I am doing. She knows she is being treated differently and everyone is on edge here, they all know something is up.
I really hope this isn’t cancer and that the original diagnosis was incorrect and we have a couple more years to live together. However, vets like people doctors see cancer all the time and they are usually able to identify it without cytology. So I think my chances of this not being cancer are very slim. Ruth is on my mind constantly and I am waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I wanted to cry on Monday night when we got home but my body wouldn’t let me. I was still very much processing this. By Tuesday afternoon after I had my talk with the next vet that put me over the edge and I cracked. It felt really good to get it out of my system. I’ve been fine ever since. I really wish in this time that I had someone to physically and emotionally lean on, someone that I could see and touch in person that would help comfort me. However, I don’t have that luxury right now. If I could plan the death order of my cats I would certainly have Ruth go before her mother. She is her mothers shadow and if something happened to her mom I think she would be devastated so much that she would follow with in days to months.
My PTO bank is very low on days. I know that if something happens to her and it’s not on a Friday night or Saturday that I will need to take 1 day at minimum. Then barring me getting ill or bad weather I should be able to tide out the rest of the year hopefully without exhausting my time off.
If this is cancer how much time do I have? I was told it could be days to weeks to possibly a couple months. I don’t want her to suffer and/or to linger. If this isn’t going to get any better and life is only going to get worse for her then I would just as soon as do the hard but humane thing and let her go now. Regardless of how or when she passes I will still be devastated and heart broken. However, if this is cancer I will be able to take comfort in the fact that she is no longer suffering and that is peace of mind that you can’t buy.
This really sucks and I feel so bad not only for myself but for Ruth and her family. I’m kind of glad that I was talked out of letting her go so quickly but at the same time I hate the waiting game. I want to know how things are going to turn out today rather than waiting for life to unfold before my eyes. Deep down I think I am going to lose her but perhaps her outward signs of eating more are lulling me into a false sense of security and thinking things will be okay.
I am so done with cancer and death, after everything I have been through I deserve a sunny and dry forecast for the foreseeable future. Too bad life doesn’t work that way. If she goes I will still have 3 others and the thought of going through death 3 more times sucks. It doesn’t help that they are all older and I’m told median life for an indoor cat is about 16. They are 14 and Momma is 15. There are some cats that live to be 20 but I’m told most of there latter years are not quality years. I don’t want to part ways with any of them but I’ll be damned if they will suffer, if it’s up to me. Last time I checked I at least have control of that.
See that is what is the problem here is I’m not in control and I don’t have patients. I don’t want to prematurely part ways but at the same time I don’t want to prolong the inevitable.
Stay tuned and we can both see how this turns out. Right now Momma says it’s past my best time, she is right but it’s Friday night so there is no real bed time.