Monday, September 6, 2010

Not so good.

Sorry I've been neglecting my blog fellow felines. Its just that I've been having some medical issues lately. First my ears were driving me nuts, so Bernie took me to see the vet. The vet said I had a yeast infection in my ears, a very rare thing for a cat to have. Bernie was told to put drops in my ears a couple times a day for six weeks.
Yish. It was awful.
When my ears didn't seem to be getting any better, back to the vets we went.
The vet looked at my mouth and announced I had an abscessed lower fang, and it would have to come out.
Turned out that three lower teeth were abscesses. Yeah, my mouth had been bothering me a bit, but I didn't want to complain.
My ears were checked out, and it turned out not to be a yeast infection (all those wrestling sessions with Bernie for nothing...) but polyps that had blocked the ear canal.
So now Bernie had to put some horrid tasting antibiotics in my mouth twice a day and some other kind of ear drops.
I started to hide a lot, but Bernie found me each morning and medicated me.
It was hard to forgive him, but usually I was over it by the afternoon.
My mouth really did feel a whole lot better. It was so worth it to have those teeth out!
But meds didn't seem to be helping with the left ear. Worse...there was now a pea sized lump aside my throat.
Back to the doctor. He said the polyps would have to come out to let the medicine get in and work. The lump was likely just a lymph gland swollen due to the ear infection.
He would do a biopsy when he was removing the polyps.
The ear thing was done last Tuesday, it was no big deal. The bandage was a bit of drag, but it came off soon enough.
I was swallowing a lot, and occasionally gagging when I came home though.
Four days later, last Friday, the lab report came back.
I have salivary gland cancer.

Please purr for me if you think about it.

Bernie and Blondie have already paid a lot for the teeth and ear, and they both say they don't want me to have pain or suffering.
Some cats have their salivary gland removed and they live for another year and a half.
I'm twelve now...maybe thirteen. When I lived with thirty other cats the guy lost track of how old I was.
Its been a really good life with Bernie and Blondie.
Right now they are waiting to talk to the doc to see what he thinks could be done.
I'll let you know what happens, OK?

1 comment:

Spooky said...

My poor Tigs. I'm purraying for you. I'd snuggle with you and try to make you feel better if I could, but I'm pretty far away and I don't seem to be doing so well, either. We've both got to shake this off and get better! Sending you purrs and headbutts, Tiggie!