Simon came back home this morning, after being transfused last night, bright eyed and eating ferociously (though the emergency room staff forgot to give him his prednisone, which is part of his chemo, both last night and this morning). He is still eating really well (ate maybe 3-4 cans of fancy feast on his own at my home today, and I think ate before leaving the hospital too), but his energy and affect are already plummeting. When he first got home he went outside for a bit and walked around, but after an hour or two curled up near the heater and has only moved a few times to get down for food. He has his chemo appointment tomorrow and we will see if he is able to get it. I am not sure he has much time. His red blood cell count is dropping so fast from the cancer in his bone marrow. It is so hard to watch someone who was running and playing and being all sorts of naughty two weeks ago just lying there so tired. He's only 3 1/2 years old. I call him my "beautiful belly boy" because he has a beautiful dark orange striped coat and he used to sit for long periods of time every day washing his belly meticulously. He doesn't do that now, and his belly is shaved from his ultrasound. But it is still the cutest belly around, and I love him so much.
Thanks for your thoughts and prayers, Michelle
