The news is not good. She lost 2 more pounds. Hematocrit went down from 26% to 20%. Spleen has not shrunk. We're having the spleen removed next Wednesday and the chances are very, very great that it is cancerous. Which means that it is throughout her bloodstream. Plus she has Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, which is tick-borne.
I've bought an air mattress and we've been sleeping together every night and will continue that for the next week. I've already told them that if they open her up and there is obvious cancer elsewhere I do not want her brought out of the anesthesia. And I want her cremated. More than likely this is my last week with my girl. Send me strength.
I'm just thankful that she is with me and she has known love for the last 5 months of her life, not on a chain and not used as a baby-making machine like she was for the first part. She is truly home and I've enjoyed the time we've spent together. And I know she has, too.