Oliver had a hard weekend. His tumor has grown more, and his breathing seems a little impacted, so I bundled him over to the vet on Saturday morning to check on his tumor’s progression. The vet heard his breath changes too, and we put him on a steroid to help relieve the inflammation. The first dose was Saturday evening.
Sunday morning Oliver wasn’t feeling well, and I found him hiding under the bed. His tumor was more swollen, and felt warm to the touch, and he wasn’t very interested in his breakfast. I canceled my plans for the day, and we snuggled in to watch a movie in the morning, while he settled down some. I ended up getting the deck ready to be cleaned and then scrubbing about half of it. That is a lot of work!
He was perkier in the evening and ready for dinner before snuggling in for the night. Overnight he did more roaming too, restless before coming back to bed to snuggle more. I didn’t give him the steroid again, just in case his discomfort was a result of the medication. This morning he was ready for breakfast, but then went to curl up somewhere out of the way afterwards.
Oliver getting a well deserved nap
I talked to the vet today and he says it is more likely that he is fighting an infection in the tumor tissue than swelling caused by the prednisone. So, back on the med, and watch and wait for a couple days to see if the swelling goes down. We’ll see how he does.
I was going through photos last night and came across this one that I took last summer. Oscar, a couple of months before he died. He loved to sleep in this puff, and in the last months of his life he would sleep next to me while I worked on the computer. Don’t touch those toe beans though!
Oscar, July 2017
I miss this guy. He wasn’t ever a cuddler, but he certainly showed his affection in his own way.
Oliver’s health seems to still be holding it’s own, even though his tumor is growing. It is currently about the size of a lime, nestled in between and under his right shoulder blade. It is just this hard lump, visible under the skin – you can absolutely feel it. So far, it doesn’t seem to be painful to him, so that is a positive.
His appetite is good, and he still enjoys snuggling with me every chance he gets. He likes to be warm under the covers.
Oliver loves boxes, even if he can’t fit…
I continue to just try to be grateful for the time I have with him, not knowing how much longer that will be. No matter what, it will never be enough.
I’ve been home most of the weekend, venturing out only a little because I have felt pretty crummy. Oliver likes that. He gets to snuggle up in bed next to me, or in his favorite kitty puff on a little table next to be at the computer. He’s snoring… Loudly.
His tumor is continuing to grow. It’s gotten to the point where it is stretching his skin, making it obvious that something is there because it makes his fur look thinner there. It doesn’t seem like it is bothering him yet though, other than the fact that he is much more content to snooze more of the day away. His dementia symptoms are more obvious and pronounced too (he frequently seems confused if I am in another room and he can’t find me), but the vet says there’s no way to tell if that is related to his cancer or not.
He is still as loving as ever with me, and at times irritated and impatient with Coraline. Granted, she still likes to chase him and annoy him, but she also smells his tumor and inspects that spot carefully while he is lying down. I think there is certainly something to the research that says animals can smell tumors.
I don’t know how much time there is, but this weekend has been good time with him.
I felt it last night, before I started to get ready for bed. That familiar hard bump nestled in next to his shoulder blade. His fibrosarcoma has again sent its tiny tendrils out to make a new tumor. He has had two surgeries already; I knew the second time that there would not be an option for another. It wasn’t a matter of “if” it would come back; it was a matter of when. And the when is now.
Oliver and Cora (blurry on the right) demanding breakfast
He already had an appointment for his routine kidney bloodwork this Saturday, but now they will confirm what I already know. Oliver’s days in my world are coming to an end, but only God knows how many more I get with him. It all depends on how fast this stupid tumor grows, and how quickly it takes his quality of life.