You all must be SO worn out tonight. Hope you get those results by tomorrow. for your dear Freya.
Thanks! I actually knew what a needle aspiration was, I was trying to say that I don't know what a "good" result can be when they have found a mass on her lung, but wasn't quite sure how to word it.A fine needle aspiration (is that what you were asking aboutJust sending more vibes that the results of the needle aspiration are as good as they can be (whatever that is)) is when they go directly into the tumor/mass and expel cells to send out to the lab for testing.
Yup...and can use those monster mitts to open boxes, cupboards and most of the doors in the house. We seriously debated putting child locks on the kitchen cabinets when we first got her because they're open inside and she open one up, climb in, reach out and close the door, then run from one end to the other for hours (on top of our dishes).What a precious stripey girl she is!
I don't think I ever knew she was polydactyl!
She is such a precious funny girl! You've got the right idea, celebrate her, everything she is, for as long as you have her. When I got Tolly 's carcinoma diagnosis, even though my heart was breaking and I was petrified with fear over the thought of the pain to come, I was determined that his last days weren't going to be spent in a morgue. I showered him with love and cheer and everything that made him happy, including a cheerful momma.Yup...and can use those monster mitts to open boxes, cupboards and most of the doors in the house. We seriously debated putting child locks on the kitchen cabinets when we first got her because they're open inside and she open one up, climb in, reach out and close the door, then run from one end to the other for hours (on top of our dishes).
It's hard to tell from the pics, but her belly is all spotted and she'll actually let you touch it...but you have to tell her she has a "speckly belly" while you do so or she bunny kicks you.
That's what I want to do for her...she's always hated it when I'm upset, so I want to try not to be for her. Tonight I brought her out to the couch and the five of us watched a show and had 'family time' (our weekly ritual of Me, Mike and all three cats piling on the couch and watching something while the three of them try very hard to stay out of each other's personal space on our kinda small couch).She is such a precious funny girl! You've got the right idea, celebrate her, everything she is, for as long as you have her. When I got Tolly's carcinoma diagnosis, even though my heart was breaking and I was petrified with fear over the thought of the pain to come, I was determined that his last days weren't going to be spent in a morgue. I showered him with love and cheer and everything that made him happy, including a cheerful momma.
What a lovely picture you paint!That's what I want to do for her...she's always hated it when I'm upset, so I want to try not to be for her. Tonight I brought her out to the couch and the five of us watched a show and had 'family time' (our weekly ritual of Me, Mike and all three cats piling on the couch and watching something while the three of them try very hard to stay out of each other's personal space on our kinda small couch).
Can I ask how long Tolly had after you got his diagnosis? I didn't realize he had carcinoma too.
Thank you for sharing that. No one could really give me an answer because it apparently takes them all a little differently, but I suspected from the way everyone talked and how upset our vet was when he saw the results that we were probably looking at a month or less. I know she's not quite ready. She's still a bit too sassy and glares at us if we hover. Still rolls around and gives us her crazy loud purr and shows her belly (even if it looks bit silly shaved from the ultrasound) I trust she'll tell me when she's ready and I know she'll be with her big brother Cotton.What a lovely picture you paint!
Tolly's carcinoma was in his insides. From the day he first showed symptoms (a slight swelling of fluid in his abdomen) until the day he told me he'd had enough and wanted to go be with his beloved Bibbs and Ootay was only 19 days. His blood work all through (done twice, once at my vet once at Cornell), incidentally, was perfectly normal. Like you are doing for your Freya, I made sure his last days were as comfortable and HAPPY as humanly possible.
Freya