Oph Update

[danadarko]

Initial prognosis of the vet was just horrible, that the end was nigh

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Thanks for the mojo

[danadarko]

She has always just looked Oph-colored to me. I guess they never looked in her ears (which is where they look) for jaundice before.

Re: Thanks for the mojo

[danadarko]

Where does one get this? The vet hasn't suggested it. I will ask when I go in at 2 pm for training on shooting up the Oph.

[paisleycat]

Are the subcutaneous injections for her dehydration? Like a pedialyte injection or something? Those can be good.

*hugs* She has my good kitty thoughts, and you get my good people thoughts for today.

We have new exciting coffee in at work btw, if you need a breather outside of the apt or lab.

[wearedna]

If it turns out to be noncancerous, can they remove the cyst/mass? If so, is it possible the kidney can return to normal functionality or would it definitely need to be replaced?

Either way I hope your Ophelia is feeling better soon.

[danadarko]

Alas, the vet says she isn't a good candidate for surviving any surgery. She has always had a heart murmur and her liver function isn't great, just isn't failing. And she is turning 15 in late Oct.

Sigh. Failing kidneys are what usually gets older kitties, or at least what has gotten the cats I grew up with who made it to their late teens. I go at 2 PM to learn how to give fluid shots to Oph.

I have never heard of cat transplant surgery, actually. How interesting that would be. Ever seen Frankenweenie?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frankenweenie

I have Frankenweenie on DVD. :)

[wearedna]

Renal failure is what got to my favorite cat, a Holstein-patterned kitty I found in the utility shed of my parents' home when I was about ten. He was my closest companion throughout middle and high school (other than my brother), survived being sucked into the winds of Hurricane Andrew, and lived in my parents' home for about fourteen years. He'd been sick while I was away at college and his kidneys gave out the night I came into Miami for a long weekend. We found an all-night veterinarian (the cat lost bladder control at like 3am) and brought my cat to see her. I held the cat the whole time, petting him inside his carrier. He was alert but silent most of the time. The vet said that the cat would need the equivalent of a dialysis machine to live; his remaining time would still be brief and his lifestyle would be highly restricted. Sounded like a miserable existence. My parents had them put him down instead of letting him live in pain. My dad kept repeating the same mantra to me for days after that: "he waited for you

[meandering]

Gah. :-( I hope the fluids help.

[bulieb]

Will she lap up beaten eggs? Maybe I asked you that during a previous bout of anorexia. That was always what my mom gave to sick kitties and kittens we brought home who were too small for chow. Here's hoping there is more good news, and that Oph pulls through...