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While Andy is eating a bite more than earlier,  he still is a sick kitty. He is very thin, still on medications. I am alarmed by his thinness, having a hard time giving him medicine in wet food that he never ate all the way before he became ill. I doubt he’s getting much of the benefit of the two medicines administered in wet food.

The supplement that helps his appetite is administered in a quantity and in a syringe so difficult to handle that lots of it goes out of Andy’s mouth and onto himself face and chest. I’m getting a bit better administering that supplement, but…! 

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Sick, old man taking care of a sick, old cat. What’s wrong with this picture? It’s the way things worked out. We’ll get through it one way or another.

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I gave myself a half hour extra before getting ready for dialysis to assure enough time to medicate Andy. It proved to be exactly enough time.

I drove to the hospital, waited in the parking lot for the other people I share with on Tuesday-Thursday- Saturday with. Because of the holiday, though, I had Monday- Wednesday- Saturday. But, because of the biopsy, I was squeezed into Tuesday-Wednesday- Saturday. All of this confusion to let you know I appeared at the hospital on Friday, a day early for my Saturday session. I hate holidays!

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I haven’t heard yet what course and schedule to expect to take for my breast cancer. Stinking holiday interruptions in letting me know, I suppose. Sorry for the negativity.