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10 November 2012 @ 09:56 am
I'm just going to unlock this entry and cross-post it to Twitter. I've gotten a few texts, DMs, and queries over the past week about Max, but I've been far too wiped out to answer any of them.

It's been a stressful week. Wednesday morning, I posted to Facebook during a break at work that Max had gained a pound and I was pretty thrilled. I think I might have jinxed myself. I got home to find that Max had gotten sick everywhere downstairs. Vomiting. Diarrhea. Urine. He was laying listless on the floor. When he did walk, his gait was staggered and low to the ground. He would not eat or drink. I scooped him up and took him to the vet immediately.

His weight was still stable, but he was terribly dehydrated. He got some subcutaneous fluids and a vitamin shot. I was told to continue the meds and the vet would call on Thursday to decide if an ultrasound was necessary. Thursday morning, I returned home from work and he was no better. Still not eating. Still listless. I called the vet as soon as they opened, and they told me an ultrasound could be done that day if I got him in immediately for pre-prep.

The emotional roller coaster started when I dropped Max off for the ultrasound. I was told that his pancreas was more than likely the culprit, and they wanted permission to do a biopsy immediately if they found anything suspect. I told them yes, went home, and tried to get some sleep (ha).

I finally fell asleep at around noon, and the vet called at 3 p.m. to report there were suspicious areas on his pancreas and his liver. While there was no way to tell until the lab results came back, I was told we were dealing with three possible scenarios: 1) acute, severe pancreatitis 2) pancreatic abscess, or 3) pancreatic cancer. Max was actually so weak, so bad that I was a mess. I did not want to see him suffer. It was absolutely tearing me apart. If it was pancreatitis, it was likely chronic. They could treat it into a remission state. If the pancreas eventually punked out from excessive aggravation, insulin would possibly be in Max's future. If it was a pancreatic abscess, we were looking at surgery and an aggressive antibiotic treatment. And if it was cancer... well, pancreatic cancer in cats is terminal.

The results came back on Friday afternoon. No cancer. No abscess. However, the vet suspected Max was suffering from three-organ inflammation, or triaditis. Certainly not terminal, but he's still a very sick kitty. The vet, bless him, calls me daily to get updates. Max is on a special medical diet, three medications and a weekly B12 shot -- and I strongly suspect that after Dr. Wilson's call this afternoon (forthcoming), we'll be adding a stronger antibiotic and something for pain management to the roster.

At any rate, my grumpy old man is still with me (on Thursday, he was so bad that I was pretty sure I was going to lose him -- and I spent most of the day absolutely inconsolable). All I can do is hope the medications do their thing soon and try to keep him as comfortable as possible. His doctor insists that once the pancreas and liver calm down, Max will be back to his old self -- but the inflammation is terrible right now.

So between Max, taking care of mom in her eighth week of shingles (and still in as much pain as week one), and trying to work through all this -- I've been pretty wiped out. I think I've only had about seven hours of sleep in the past three days. If I'm not roused by phone calls from Max's vet, I'm roused by Max's medication schedule (or Max clumsily stumbling around), or trying to make sure mom's eating and helping her with pain control. The fact that I've been dealing with large bakes, lots of test bakes of the new products launching in about a week or so, AND two pre-celebration meetings (one down, one to go on Sunday)... well, it hasn't helped with the exhaustion factor a bit. I'm glad tomorrow is my Friday (even though I still have that pesky last meeting on my first evening off).

Baby steps, right? And breathing. I can do this, but OMG SO TIRED. SO SO TIRED.
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Heatherprime_meridian on November 10th, 2012 07:07 pm (UTC)
Giant glomping hugs. Love you, love Max, love your mom and wishing you all health and rest from up north. Take care of you in that mix somewhere too, mkay?

P.S. Coming down the weekend of Dec 15th. I know it's a long shot with the time of year and everything else going on, but hope we can squeeze in a visit.
metallidean_grlmetallidean_grl on November 10th, 2012 07:49 pm (UTC)
Sorry to hear about your stressful week and Max's latest condition. Sick pets are so hard. Like babies, they can't tell you how they feel or where they hurt, they just whimper and moan and you feel miserable because there is nothing you can do. It sucks. Wishing the best for Max and hope that you can get a good solid sleep cycle fairly soon.
Duncduncatra on November 10th, 2012 09:22 pm (UTC)
Sorry to hear about your hard time, but glad there's hope for Max! Hope things even out soon.
raloria - Screencapping Goddess: Brothers 5raloria on November 10th, 2012 10:44 pm (UTC)
So sorry you've got so much going on. Goodness! Sending out healing & positive thoughts out to you, your mom, and to Max. Poor kitty. I hope they start feeling better soon and that you can get some rest, hun. *HUGS*
Dylandylan_dufresne on November 11th, 2012 01:51 am (UTC)
Sending love to you, Max and your Mom. Wish there was something I could do aside from sending long distance hugs you way.

Jedi Interdictorjedishampoo on November 11th, 2012 02:00 pm (UTC)
Poor Max! Poor Mom! Poor you! OMG. :hugs: Crossing my fingers here that everyone feels better soon.
fickleonefickleone on November 11th, 2012 11:02 pm (UTC)
Thinking good thoughts for your boy.
Kelly: determinationraykel on November 12th, 2012 12:00 am (UTC)
::HUGS:: for all of you!
jedihealer on November 12th, 2012 11:57 pm (UTC)
It always seems to pile on, doesn't it.

Lots of positive thoughts coming your way from me. He is a tough old coot. Both of you hang in there!