The new Facebook group for anipals’ humans caught my attention while I was cuddling with Robin at bedtime. She’s having fun reconnecting with all my old pals, and I need to reconnect too. We had so much fun while working to raise donations to help animals in rescue and disasters and broaden awareness of animal welfare issues! But Robin had to put more attention into her work and her volunteering with animals in need, so I lost touch with my pals. I hardly ever tweet these days and haven’t posted on my blog in forever.
I want to share something important that some of my friends know but most don’t. A few weeks ago I found out I have vaccine site sarcoma on my shoulder. Although I haven’t had any shots at that spot for years, there is evidence the reaction can occur even 11 years after an injection. Only 1 in 10,000 cats is likely to have this reaction. Robin says I have walked lightly on the earth my whole life.
Robin noticed a seed-sized lump near my shoulder a couple of days after my annual check-up in August. She monitored it for a week, hoping it was an anomaly and would go away. When it didn’t, she made me another appointment with our lovely veterinarian. Hurricane Harvey kept us from keeping that appointment, then I refused to go to another appointment. Finally, Robin tricked me into going. By that time, the lump on my shoulder had grown pretty big. My doctor measured it and drew some fluid out of it. She asked if I had a microchip (I don’t!) because that could have explained the lump.
Robin asked her what she saw when she looked at the slide under her microscope. She said what she saw told her it wasn’t an abscess or cyst, and she needed to send it to a pathologist.
My vet and Robin both looked sad. Robin told me she already knew in her gut the pathologist would say I have cancer. She wanted to know what that would hold in store for us. I just wanted to go home, but the humans kept talking. The doctor told her I could go to an oncologist but that it was really hard to remove this kind of tumor completely. If they didn’t get all of it, the wound might never heal. She hugged Robin. I got medicine for a tapeworm, and we finally headed home.
I don’t want to go to another doctor. I have a hard enough time going to the doctor I like! I’m glad Robin and my doctor understand me so well. If I had surgery, it could hurt my spine. It would definitely mean I would have to stay in a hospital without Robin, and she would have to touch me in ways I don’t like while I recovered from the operation.
I was coughing a lot this summer, and they had wanted to send my pee to a lab in Indiana to find out if fungal pneumonia was back. Because of my lump, I don’t have to send my pee. Anyway, I hardly ever cough now.
I’ve been pretty happy the last couple of weeks.I’ve been staying on Robin’s bed ALL THE TIME. I like to play. She brings me my food and treats here and holds my water glass for me when I want a drink. If the other cats crowd me, I go under the bed. I come out when they are done stealing my food. (This is Colby Cheese sitting with me. He’s quiet like me. I share my food with him willingly.) I nose Robin’s finger or offer a paw to get my treats. Robin feeds me last, so she can sit with me longest.
When Robin comes home from work, I bump her with my forehead. I love to bunny kick her if she’s been gone too long. I cuddle with her and sometimes see tears in her eyes. She tells me the past six years have been a gift.
I wouldn’t have made it without her. She has kept me safe for nine years. She made me take my medicine and go for health checks. She was patient and gave me my own room when I could barely handle my fears. She tells me I inspired her to do things she never would have thought possible.
Please, think of us these next few months. Check in with us here or on Facebook or Twitter. We’ll let you know when things change for me. Neither of us would be our best selves without all of you.