Posted by Susan
As many of you know, I lost my Lovely Louise to adenocarcinoma in April.
I still miss her terribly.
However, grief cannot slow a caregiver down when there are other critters in the household that still need love and care.
Winston Alexander has had vague symptoms for a couple of years. He's been through all the non-invasive testing the doctor could think of. He had an ultrasound last month to see if anything definitive could be seen, but there were only "possibilities" and non-definitive answers.
Left: Darlene - Right: Winston
The doctor and I decided that it was time to put him through exploratory surgery so a good variety of biopsy samples could be obtained. Nothing concrete could be determined from visual examination during the surgery although some areas of inflammation were found which might indicate IBD (inflammatory bowel disease) and some spots that might be pancreatitis.
The doctor sent the biopsies to a university that specializes in veterinary intestinal problems. My Visa card is sagging from the weight of all this.
Winston was in solitary confinement for 10 days with 24 staples down the middle of his tummy. He looked like he had a zipper.
While waiting for biopsy results, my satellite dish decided it doesn't want to work when it storms. It not only no longer finds a signal during bad weather when it's necessary to watch the weather folks (it's been a bad spring in the Midwest for storms), when it tries to reestablish a signal, it locks onto the incorrect satellite and still won't provide television service.
I've had the dish moved. It still didn't work. The dish has been "re-pointed". It still didn't work. They're coming tomorrow to try again. Of course, I had to threaten to cancel my account because they insisted that I had to be available to them between 12 and 5. It is not acceptable to me that I miss work for their convenience. (I was fully prepared to tell them to take their dish, that the cable company would be glad to get me back!) Eventually they promised to come between 4:30 and 5.
I purchased a dehumidifier because the basement is really damp. (I also purchased a new washer and dryer at the same time so it wasn't a small sale.) I was promised that all units are equipped to attach a garden hose so the bucket will drain automatically and I won't have to run downstairs twice a day to empty it. I went to a lot of trouble to buy it from a family-owned appliance store because I thought I would get better service. After all, there aren't many small appliance stores left and local reputation should be important to them. I also had a couple of recommendations that this was a good place to shop.
The wrong part was included and there is no nozzle with which to attach a garden hose. All that was included was a straight tube with nothing on either end.
I've been "communicating" politely with the dealer for almost a month about this. I sent specific descriptions of what I received. I provided a URL with the manufacturer's Care and Use Manual that has pictures of what I should have received. You can see the nozzle on the end of the tube, right?

First they tried to tell me that I needed to drill holes in the bucket and attach the tube. (That wouldn't work with the parts I have even if that was the correct answer.) I sent the URL for the Care and Use Manual again, plus embedded a copy of the page they needed to see right in the email.
They had GE send me two screws. This isn't rocket science. A dealer should be familiar with the products they sell.
I contacted the dealer again 10 days ago and have heard NOTHING.
I sent another email last night. If I don't hear anything within a week, I'll order the freakin' part myself (I finally gave them the part number, too, because it's right there on the GE website.). I will also make sure I steer people away from this dealer any chance I get as well as sending a written letter of "disappointment with their customer service".
My rolled roof is leaking. I had to have the light kit on a ceiling fan replaced because the bulbs pop and burn out frequently. I couldn't remove the flood light over my sink. The weather strip on my garage door was in tatters. I had light switches that simply flopped back and forth and didn't turn anything on. Luckily I have a superb handy-person, The Odd Job Grrl that takes care of issues like this perfectly. She does a great job and my critters adore her.Then, last Sunday the vet called with Winston's biopsy results. It's bad news. Winston has small cell lymphoma (or small lymphocytic lymphoma).
With chemotherapy and steroids, the median survival time is 18 to 20 months. With animals, you don't go for a cure for cancer because it's not fair for them to be so completely miserable. You just go for the best quality of life you can provide.
We've mapped out a plan of Chlorambucil ($3 a pill), Prednisolone (somewhat inexpensive) and he was already on Norvasc ($3 a pill) for high blood pressure.
Of course, the chemo suppresses white cells so he'll have to have frequent trips to the vet for bloodwork.
The MasterCard is now sagging along next to the Visa card.

Winston is unaware he is ill. He got his staples out and is now alternately annoying the other critters and enjoying a lot of lap time. He's surprised and happy that he's now allowed to have all the Fancy Feast he wants as well as a few tiny treats from my plate from time to time.
Some things never change. You look in his eyes and the lights are on, but nobody's home.
I, on the other hand, am exhausted (and poor).



Seems that Walter Owen (he goes by his middle name) is ready for his manicure and a day at the spa.
Back in 1992, a beautiful feral kitty came to live with me. She was terrified of everything and it took a year, working with her every night at least once an hour, for her to trust me enough to let me touch her without being bitten. It took another year to be able to pick her up without her going into a complete frenzy.



















