*SIGH*Pheelia has been down and out since Sir Woozle passed away. It seems the bond they developed oveer the last 4 years has been quite strong. Some days she chooses to not come out of the condo and others she lays in the crinkle tube sleeping the day away. Pheelia has always been the sensitive ferret, both in personality and in internal tummy issues. I thought her mourning for Woozle had thrown her system all out of whack. She was having bouts of the runs and birdseed poo. I decided it was time to take her to the vets. The news I was not expecting.
Dr B thought her abdomen felt "thick" so she did an x-ray........Pheelia has a mass is her abdomen that is round and about the size of a quarter. It seems Lymphoma has taken over. Tests should be back in the morning. Pheelia is past the 6-1/2 year old mark and heading up to seven. They could do exploratory surgery to see what it is, but Dr B is afraid of her not making it and her leaving the earth without me nearby, or opening her up to find a big mess. She is about 4oz underweight at this time......and that plays a factor. Chemo is an option if it is Lymphoma, but what is the point in that if it only buys 6 or so months. That would purely be selfish on my part. We are taking the route of prednisone and carafate. We will hope the pred will shrink the tumor some and if need be there are some other stronger meds out there more aggressive than the pred. I guess it all turns into another "waiting" game.
This is not the news I was expecting to hear......and this really sucks.......... Angel, Sir Woozle and now how much time for Pheelia. How much time before another piece of my heart is ripped away? I knew this day was coming....I have dreaded it...you can't have four seniors and not know its coming.........I was just hoping it was further down the road a ways..... Guess not.
