Jeté is so sick of being sick. She has been moody as all hell. Clingy to me and Hobbes one minute then vicious the next. She has been picking on Hobbes, especially and the poor guy has no idea what the hell is going on. He just hovers and tries to make her happy.
We went to see the oncologist again today to get her blood work done and tumor measured. And Té cried the entire way there.
We got there and had to wait a fucking hour to see the doc. There are two nurses there (vet techs I guess). One is an angel. The cat whisperer. So sweet. Even her name is Cat. Té loves her.
The other one is a royal bitch.
Guess which one was there today?
So I sat with my kitty in the waiting room as Bitchy McBitchypants eavesdropped on everything I said.
Oh yeah, this other couple was there with their dachshund who has prostate cancer, the poor guy. They were very cool and kept me company. And Riley, their dog, really really really really wanted to play with Jeté. He acted sweet. He whined. He sighed. I thought he might have a heart attack. When the tech took her off for her blood work, Riley flopped on the floor dramatically. I swear I heard him sigh, I give up!
So sweet. I rubbed his floppy ears as a consolation prize.
The good news: her blood work was completely normal. And the mass has shrunk about a centimeter. So that means she's responding to the treatment! Let's all give a huge happy hurrah!
The frustrating news: the oncologist can no longer afford to keep her practice and is closing. Seriously. So I have to find a new oncologist. She gave me the info of the closest two, which are both a bit of a drive for me, but what the hell can I do? Gotta pick one by tomorrow.
The bad news: when I was quoted the cost of the carbo, I asked over and over if it's the total cost for the whole treatment. Each time they said yes, of course, now sign here. Right. Nope. What I paid is the cost of one treatment. One. If Té gets all four treatments, I'm looking at around $1600 total. You guys helped me pay for the first treatment so thank you!
Seriously. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
But here's where I get all overwhelmed with this again. I'd thought I was just raising money for her surgery, but that gets put on the back burner and now I try to raise the cash for her carbo treatments. How the hell do people do this? Do they have ten grand in their savings accounts for just these kinds of things? Or do they just opt not to treat?
BUT, the Etsy shop is still going strong and I'm adding new pendants soon as well as another pair of earrings. Should make awesome gifts so snatch them up now! For the new kids, all the proceeds go to Jeté's treatment. Also, the donation box is still up. Received some new donations recently. You guys are so incredibly generous; it blows me away.
So yeah. Frustrated. And overwhelmed. Again. Just when I think I have a plan and things are manageable, things get crazy again.
Unrelated: psycho guys, stop finding me. I don't need your crazy. That is all.
Anyway, that's all for now. Don't forget to come by tomorrow for a kickass Sexy Saturdays post!
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