With the administration of the last dose of doxorubicin he’ll ever have to receive, Petey has reached his first significant chemo milestone. He’s done with weekly treatments. 
Feel free to stand and applaud.
It’s been a long six weeks, and at the same time, it passed in the blink of an eye. Time sure flies when you’re sitting on the kitchen floor, coaxing a reluctant cat to eat something. Anything.
Petey’s weight is holding steady at 10.5 lbs, which is at least 1 lb under where I’d like him to be. But, he’s happy. He’s peppy. He’s bursting with love. And trouble. There’s always trouble when Petey’s in the house.
Chemo continues, of course. But now Little Lord Fussbudget gets a full 13 days to recover from one treatment, before going in for the next. This should give him lots of time to eat and torment the Lilikoi.
It will also give him time to get stronger and feistier — something I’m not so sure the lovely, talented, and compassionate vet techs will really appreciate. They let me know that Petey was an easier patient when he was sick. Now he screams and yanks his paw away when they try to insert the catheter for his IV. Not that I can blame him for that one.
Still, I know they’ll keep a towel handy to drop over Petey’s head when they load him into his cage. Because in Petey-world, if you’re under a towel, no one can see you.
I wonder if that trick would fool my boss…
Ahhh, I am glad he made it through and hope he continues to gain strength through chemo.
That’s funny, Jasper thinks he is somewhere else when he is under any type of blanket or towel.
YaY Petey!
Merlie
Atta boy, Petey!!!!
Congratulations, Petey! I am applauding. I am so glad that everything is going so well.
Greetings Peter,
This is Sable The Cat. I am being treated for the same type of Lymphoma as you. It strikes me as a tragedy that two such gorgeous beings as ourselves must be submitted to such indignities. I, myself have reached the every-three-week point with my chemo and am starting to re-grow those missing areas of my luxorious fur. My Mother and Father are pleased that I have surpassed 11 pounds and am continuing to have a good appetite. Now if I could just convince Father to stop syringing that medicine mixed with extra calorie supplements into me every evening and to leave the door open so I can wander around. He claims the door is to prevent the dog from eating my fancy food. Anyway – felicitations on reaching your milestone and continued good wishes!
I’m so happy Petey is doing so well! Let us know if that towel trick works with your boss.
I’m so glad to hear Petey is doing so well! I look forward to updates and to hearing about Petey antics!
Go Petey!
well done petey! your protocol must be slightly different to the one i had cos i had doxy right up until nearly the end of the 26 weeks. i wasn’t so keen on doxy!
i read with interest your fussy eating habits – i too played my mum for a fool and it got to the point where she was convinced i would only eatorganic rotisserie chicken!!! funnily enough though, i also turned to gravy based foods and lapped them up with fervour. i am sure chemo may also play a part in messing with our food desires…
x