It has now been two months since my cancer diagnosis. When I was diagnosed, the internal medicine veterinarian gave me 1 to 3 months to live. So I'm two-thirds of the way through that.
I am still doing well. I purr, I play, I eat, I groom, I drink, I use the litterbox, I curl up with my brother and sister, and I pretty much act normal. If my biopsies hadn't been so definitive (and they managed to get very good biopsies of the enlarged lymph nodes in my abdomen, as well as my spleen), it would be hard to believe I have cancer.
I have thrown up a couple of times in the past week, and that always worried my mom, but it doesn't seem to bother me, and my behaviour goes back to normal after. It's also just a bit of bile, no blood or anything, so it doesn't seem to be serious.
|Merlin's selfie for this week|
I take my medication every evening like a good boy. Since starting the medication, my stools have been nice and firm and there's been no blood or mucus in or on them, so that's really good.
|Excuse the blurriness, but we wanted to show you that I still like to play!|
I haven't lost any weight. I'm still the solid, muscular boy of the family.
|Again, excuse the blurriness, but I'm still jumping after that whirlybird!|
So, we continue to be hopeful that I will make it until June, when my dad returns from his deployment overseas. I really miss my dad. I'm a daddy's boy, and although mommy is wonderful, my dad is my special human. I am very proud of my dad and the work he does serving our country, but I do miss him.
Thank you all for your continued supports, purrs, prayers, and positive thoughts. We all appreciate them very much.
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