Re: Thanks, Wendy!--OT, but what has been going on over here
Good to see you back and glad to hear Sammy rallied again. tonya Taylor Scobie Humphrey [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Wow! Thanks, Wendy! I kind of missed myself there for a while. What with poor little Sammy's FeLV and lymphoma and all the other things going on in my life I went into overload. Sammy went out of remission five weeks ago and was started on a rescue protocol and immediately went back into remission but last week-end, a few days after his second rescue protocol chemotherapy, he had an enormously hard time of it. The rescue protocol really took it out of him. His neutrophil count hit the skids, he was molto lethargic and his body temp went down to 95!--after he had been at his emergency vet, Animal 911, for a while!--so into oxygen on a warming pad with warmed fluids he went. It was touch and go, I was only allowed to look through the oxygen room glass for a very short time, and he stirred and cried when he heard my voice. Oh, my God, it was pitiful! We talked of the possibility of PTS and DNR in another room--away from little Sam, of course, and I went out to buy him, in tears, a beautiful little pink baby blankie to bury him in. But, bingo, he snapped back as his neutrophil count began to rise on its own, thank God! So, the FeLV has not hit his bone marrow (that was the crappy chemo) and he's working hard to keep his immune system perking. The next morning he had eaten (yum yum, baby chicken), was breathing on his own, and looked very perky but fatigued, I believe, as we drove to a 24-hour emergency clinic about five miles away--because he still needed monitoring and I wanted him to have oxygen availability. The emergency doc thought he looked a little peaky, however, and later that afternoon his RBC's dropped and he had a blood transfusion--whew! Talk about the little guy being in the right place at the right time! He came home Tuesday afternoon in his beautiful new pink Homecoming blankie! I called his internal oncologist, a wonderful woman by the name of Amy Wiedemann, DVM, ACVIM for those of you in the Chicago area, and she said he had always been anemic (well, not THAT anemic) since she met him nearly four months ago. She told me that she thinks Sammy is constantly amazing her--because he is still with us here on Earth, sigh! Sammy is now on anti-nausea meds, which is like trying to pill a dragon/crocodile/little baby with about fifteen little clawed feet all paddling at me and anything in my hands away from his leetle mouf, which is clamped shut like a little parakeet's. So I called Animal 911 to see if I could bring him in for pilling and they said yes, we're mobbed. Come on in and we'll do it! So I bundled Sam up with his adorable little Big Sister Lilibet (Little Adoptive Mommy to the triplets) for company because she is so calm and off we went. Fortunately it's only ten or twelve minutes away on quiet streets. And they WERE mobbed! Yikes! I was there yesterday, Saturday, with Sammy's giant brother Charlie because I thought he had a bladder infection but it was just (always after the regular vet has closed) a tiny bit of intestinal trouble--just looked like it was from his bladder. Oh, my Lord! Plus both the washing machine and the DW have given up the ghost so I'm a virtual unwashed, unmade bed (and by this time I don't even notice!) with a sinkful of dishes, off to--finally!--buy W/D and DW for my mom's house on Monday. Next? Try all new windows, a new microwave, an oven that actually works, a new fridge. Yes, it's the joys of taking care of Elderly Mommy! Oh--and she lost more of her sight over the last month or so, too. And constantly watching over the little one. When are the trees going to start raining money, eh? Love to all of you from me 'n' the small, four-footed brood, Tee Don't you know that women are the only works of art? --Donald Henley On Aug 4, 2007, at 12:03 AM, wendy wrote: Taylor, Glad to see you! We missed you! :) Wendy Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed citizens can change the world - indeed it is the only thing that ever has! ~~~ Margaret Meade ~~~ - Original Message From: Taylor Scobie Humphrey [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Saturday, August 4, 2007 12:00:22 AM Subject: Re: I need information please Get your precious little girl vaccinated for FeLV. Don't put your boy down. It is hardly necessary. I'm always shocked when vets still feel that way--that is old thinking! Just because he tests positive for FeLV doesn't mean he will get sick right away. My kitty Mamie lived for ten years with FeLV. The absolutely main thing you must think of is no stress for little Basil. Of course, that means Basil will be the most spoiled cat on the planet--but what are our darling pets for if
Re: Thanks, Wendy!--OT, but what has been going on over here
Thanks so much, Tonya. Consciousness is Causal and Physicality is its Manifestation. On Aug 6, 2007, at 7:41 PM, catatonya wrote: Good to see you back and glad to hear Sammy rallied again. tonya Taylor Scobie Humphrey [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Wow! Thanks, Wendy! I kind of missed myself there for a while. What with poor little Sammy's FeLV and lymphoma and all the other things going on in my life I went into overload. Sammy went out of remission five weeks ago and was started on a rescue protocol and immediately went back into remission but last week-end, a few days after his second rescue protocol chemotherapy, he had an enormously hard time of it. The rescue protocol really took it out of him. His neutrophil count hit the skids, he was molto lethargic and his body temp went down to 95!--after he had been at his emergency vet, Animal 911, for a while!--so into oxygen on a warming pad with warmed fluids he went. It was touch and go, I was only allowed to look through the oxygen room glass for a very short time, and he stirred and cried when he heard my voice. Oh, my God, it was pitiful! We talked of the possibility of PTS and DNR in another room--away from little Sam, of course, and I went out to buy him, in tears, a beautiful little pink baby blankie to bury him in. But, bingo, he snapped back as his neutrophil count began to rise on its own, thank God! So, the FeLV has not hit his bone marrow (that was the crappy chemo) and he's working hard to keep his immune system perking. The next morning he had eaten (yum yum, baby chicken), was breathing on his own, and looked very perky but fatigued, I believe, as we drove to a 24-hour emergency clinic about five miles away--because he still needed monitoring and I wanted him to have oxygen availability. The emergency doc thought he looked a little peaky, however, and later that afternoon his RBC's dropped and he had a blood transfusion--whew! Talk about the little guy being in the right place at the right time! He came home Tuesday afternoon in his beautiful new pink Homecoming blankie! I called his internal oncologist, a wonderful woman by the name of Amy Wiedemann, DVM, ACVIM for those of you in the Chicago area, and she said he had always been anemic (well, not THAT anemic) since she met him nearly four months ago. She told me that she thinks Sammy is constantly amazing her-- because he is still with us here on Earth, sigh! Sammy is now on anti-nausea meds, which is like trying to pill a dragon/crocodile/little baby with about fifteen little clawed feet all paddling at me and anything in my hands away from his leetle mouf, which is clamped shut like a little parakeet's. So I called Animal 911 to see if I could bring him in for pilling and they said yes, we're mobbed. Come on in and we'll do it! So I bundled Sam up with his adorable little Big Sister Lilibet (Little Adoptive Mommy to the triplets) for company because she is so calm and off we went. Fortunately it's only ten or twelve minutes away on quiet streets. And they WERE mobbed! Yikes! I was there yesterday, Saturday, with Sammy's giant brother Charlie because I thought he had a bladder infection but it was just (always after the regular vet has closed) a tiny bit of intestinal trouble--just looked like it was from his bladder. Oh, my Lord! Plus both the washing machine and the DW have given up the ghost so I'm a virtual unwashed, unmade bed (and by this time I don't even notice!) with a sinkful of dishes, off to--finally!--buy W/D and DW for my mom's house on Monday. Next? Try all new windows, a new microwave, an oven that actually works, a new fridge. Yes, it's the joys of taking care of Elderly Mommy! Oh--and she lost more of her sight over the last month or so, too. And constantly watching over the little one. When are the trees going to start raining money, eh? Love to all of you from me 'n' the small, four-footed brood, Tee Don't you know that women are the only works of art? --Donald Henley On Aug 4, 2007, at 12:03 AM, wendy wrote: Taylor, Glad to see you! We missed you! :) Wendy Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed citizens can change the world - indeed it is the only thing that ever has! ~~~ Margaret Meade ~~~ - Original Message From: Taylor Scobie Humphrey [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Saturday, August 4, 2007 12:00:22 AM Subject: Re: I need information please Get your precious little girl vaccinated for FeLV. Don't put your boy down. It is hardly necessary. I'm always shocked when vets still feel that way--that is old thinking! Just because he tests positive for FeLV doesn't mean he will get sick right away. My kitty Mamie lived for ten years with FeLV. The absolutely main thing you must think of is no stress for little Basil. Of course,
Re: Thanks, Wendy!--OT, but what has been going on over here
Wow! Thanks, Wendy! I kind of missed myself there for a while. What with poor little Sammy's FeLV and lymphoma and all the other things going on in my life I went into overload. Sammy went out of remission five weeks ago and was started on a rescue protocol and immediately went back into remission but last week-end, a few days after his second rescue protocol chemotherapy, he had an enormously hard time of it. The rescue protocol really took it out of him. His neutrophil count hit the skids, he was molto lethargic and his body temp went down to 95!--after he had been at his emergency vet, Animal 911, for a while!--so into oxygen on a warming pad with warmed fluids he went. It was touch and go, I was only allowed to look through the oxygen room glass for a very short time, and he stirred and cried when he heard my voice. Oh, my God, it was pitiful! We talked of the possibility of PTS and DNR in another room--away from little Sam, of course, and I went out to buy him, in tears, a beautiful little pink baby blankie to bury him in. But, bingo, he snapped back as his neutrophil count began to rise on its own, thank God! So, the FeLV has not hit his bone marrow (that was the crappy chemo) and he's working hard to keep his immune system perking. The next morning he had eaten (yum yum, baby chicken), was breathing on his own, and looked very perky but fatigued, I believe, as we drove to a 24-hour emergency clinic about five miles away--because he still needed monitoring and I wanted him to have oxygen availability. The emergency doc thought he looked a little peaky, however, and later that afternoon his RBC's dropped and he had a blood transfusion-- whew! Talk about the little guy being in the right place at the right time! He came home Tuesday afternoon in his beautiful new pink Homecoming blankie! I called his internal oncologist, a wonderful woman by the name of Amy Wiedemann, DVM, ACVIM for those of you in the Chicago area, and she said he had always been anemic (well, not THAT anemic) since she met him nearly four months ago. She told me that she thinks Sammy is constantly amazing her--because he is still with us here on Earth, sigh! Sammy is now on anti-nausea meds, which is like trying to pill a dragon/crocodile/little baby with about fifteen little clawed feet all paddling at me and anything in my hands away from his leetle mouf, which is clamped shut like a little parakeet's. So I called Animal 911 to see if I could bring him in for pilling and they said yes, we're mobbed. Come on in and we'll do it! So I bundled Sam up with his adorable little Big Sister Lilibet (Little Adoptive Mommy to the triplets) for company because she is so calm and off we went. Fortunately it's only ten or twelve minutes away on quiet streets. And they WERE mobbed! Yikes! I was there yesterday, Saturday, with Sammy's giant brother Charlie because I thought he had a bladder infection but it was just (always after the regular vet has closed) a tiny bit of intestinal trouble-- just looked like it was from his bladder. Oh, my Lord! Plus both the washing machine and the DW have given up the ghost so I'm a virtual unwashed, unmade bed (and by this time I don't even notice!) with a sinkful of dishes, off to--finally!--buy W/D and DW for my mom's house on Monday. Next? Try all new windows, a new microwave, an oven that actually works, a new fridge. Yes, it's the joys of taking care of Elderly Mommy! Oh--and she lost more of her sight over the last month or so, too. And constantly watching over the little one. When are the trees going to start raining money, eh? Love to all of you from me 'n' the small, four-footed brood, Tee Don't you know that women are the only works of art? --Donald Henley On Aug 4, 2007, at 12:03 AM, wendy wrote: Taylor, Glad to see you! We missed you! :) Wendy Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed citizens can change the world - indeed it is the only thing that ever has! ~~~ Margaret Meade ~~~ - Original Message From: Taylor Scobie Humphrey [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Saturday, August 4, 2007 12:00:22 AM Subject: Re: I need information please Get your precious little girl vaccinated for FeLV. Don't put your boy down. It is hardly necessary. I'm always shocked when vets still feel that way--that is old thinking! Just because he tests positive for FeLV doesn't mean he will get sick right away. My kitty Mamie lived for ten years with FeLV. The absolutely main thing you must think of is no stress for little Basil. Of course, that means Basil will be the most spoiled cat on the planet--but what are our darling pets for if not to spoil spoil spoil with love? You may want to consider finding a new, more forward-thinking vet to get the most positive, loving care for little
