Friday morning, Martini woke up with a cold. She has been sneezing and rubbing her tiny little nose for a couple of days now. It is to be expected – chemotherapy is known for running the immune system down. So far she is sleeping a bit more, but she still has a good appetite and is enjoying snuggling with me. If she had to say what she is thankful for at the Thanksgiving table, I think she would say she is thankful I had a four day weekend to stay home and snuggle. That, and a heated cat bed. Hopefully, her cold won’t get any worse.
She has her second dose of chemotherapy tomorrow. Another round of 3.5 pills of poison. I feel less anxious because she responded so well last time, but more anxious because this time we are going into it with a cold. Hopefully that won’t be too hard on her little body.
She has had a better appetite, just like the vet promised. My days off have turned into something like this… get up, give Tini her meds, feed Tini, shower, putz around, feed Tini, do some errands, feed Tini, get lunch, do laundry, feed Tini… I suppose it could be worse, but this little 6 pound girl is demanding! With all the eating that has been going on, she does look like she has gained a little weight, and I swear she feels heavier. Jon says she couldn’t possibly have gained much weight in the last two weeks. She has a follow-up vet appointment a week from tomorrow to check her white cells and do some other bloodwork, so we will find out then.
She is also continuing to tolerate her every other day subcutaneous fluids, and it is actually getting a bit easier to do it. Maybe it will get to the point where I don’t need Jon to help! Who knows… I never thought I’d add skilled feline oncology nursing to my resume, but we do what we have to do.