So I really am becoming more and more like the bride of Frankenstein. First I marry my high school sweetheart Frank on Halloween and now I am collecting a beautiful collection of surgery scars as doctors keep taking parts out of me and piecing me back together.
That’s me being humorous about the stress I am facing now. 🙂
So Monday we put Sabbath to sleep. Thursday I am being rushed to the ER.
To sum things up I now have gallstones and pancreatitis (and yes Sabbath had pancreatitis too). I was in intense pain that has subsided to aches and pains here and there. More less a lot of discomfort versus me being keeled over in a ball like I was on the way to the ER. I get these fun nausea spells as well. Also just very tired and very weak. I can’t do much without feeling drained. Part of this is also do to the fact I have been on only liquids for 4 days. That is until today. I met with my doctor and I can eat as long as I stick to a very strict no fat/low very low fat diet from now until I can get back in to see a specialist. This is to avoid me getting another attack and ending up having surgery in the ER. Needless to say when I meet with the specialist it will be to set up an ERCP. This is a procedure where they knock you out and go down your throat with a camera and tools and make sure your bile ducts are clear from any gallstones. This is the leading cause of people who get pancreatitis from gallstones. If they are not clear they will clear them at that time. Once I recover from that then I am back to the operating table to have my gallbladder removed. I really am not leaving much for the zombies to consume anymore. I mean no large intestine, no appendix and now soon to be no gallbladder. Guess they will just have to have whats left of my brains. And that isn’t too well these days either.
Just giving everyone a heads up. The reason for the heads up is because if you want to get anything from my Etsy shop now would be a really good time to do so. Not only cause of the financial burdens but because I may have to temporarily “vacation mode” shut down my shop once stuff starts rolling for me. Similar to when I had my previous surgeries.
Also I am still updating my GoFundMe page . This is the best place for you to get updates on how I am doing. Also if you share the page with others I would greatly appreciate it as I had to set some a new goal on there.
Stay Spooky and Healthy!
We brought Sabbath home last night. Her surgery went well. They went over all her meds and how to feed her through the tube before we left. When we opened up her crate to let her out she didn’t know where to run to first or what to do. Then she realized she was home and started to purr. She was still wobbly and out of it from the anesthesia and being hospitalized for the last few nights. We set up a 2nd litter box for her on the lower level of our house so that away she doesn’t have to struggle going up and down the stairs. The little shit still attempts it though. She about gave us a heart attack because she feels the need to still jump up and off of our bed and couch.
Poor Frank mentioned to me that he now gets to see another loved one go through all this. Seeing her like this brings up a lot of memories of my own health struggle for both of us. Between not eating, throwing up, special diets, tubes being put in both of us, losing all sorts of weight, being hospitalized on ivs and nutrients, xrays, ultrasounds, bloodwork, surgery, being weak, not knowing if you were going to make it etc. It’s been really hard for me but now I see how hard it must have been on Frank to see me go through something like this. Not to mention seeing Sabbath go through something similar now. To some people they would say “but she is just a cat”. The thing is she isn’t. She is a part of our family. I have had my share of break downs and I am grateful to have had her by my side with her unconditional love to get me through things.
My long memorial day weekend is going to be a majority of being by Sabbath’s side to assure she is ok and getting her all the care she needs. I had to write out a daily log of her meds and times of her feedings to keep it all together. There is a lot to keep track of and each day the feedings increase gradually. The meds have to be taken at different times (crushed, mixed, syringed) etc. Every time we put anything in the tube we have to do it slowly so she does not get sick. We also have to flush the tube before and after. So far she has been very cooperative and purrs while I do it. I usually pet and talk to her during the whole process. It is a lot to take in so I am doing my best not to get overwhelmed or stressed and be the best Mommy I can be to her. Ichabod has been confused since she came home. Distancing herself and hissing at her. She smells the vet on her. Sabbath is trying to adjust to everything. The good thing is she has been purring ALOT since she has been home.
Last night we were nervous so we locked Sabbath in the bedroom with us. We put the extra litter box and some food and water in the room so she had everything she needed. She wanted to sleep on our bed. I don’t think either of us really slept. Every time she moved Frank and I would shoot up in bed to see if she was ok. Frank still does that to this day with me. Now I understand why. The good thing is so far her medication and feedings have been successful with no vomiting which is a BIG deal! She is laying next to me purring on the couch right now. I can tell she is feeling a little less out of it but she is still very jumpy at the slightest sound of anything. I am sure she feels the same relief I did when I was released to come home 🙂 As hard as this is going to be, and despite the insane bills we just added to our debt I am so glad we brought her back in and we are doing all we can to try to save my baby girl.