We've been home a little over a week and things certainly haven't been dull around here.
I had another cat get sick. I really don't understand what's going on. Normally our animals are all quite healthy, but while Reid was away Sophie (our dog) and then Roscoe (one of the cats) came down with urinary track infections. Since we've been home Zoom (our little terror cat) also developed a urinary track infection and she refuses to eat. That has meant daily trips to the Veterinarian for feedings and fluids. She's on antibiotics and obviously feeling much better, but she still won't eat. I'd be a lot more concerned if she wasn't acting quite normal in every other way. I did see improvement this morning when she licked a little food off my finger, but that's still not really eating. So, I'll have to take her for more food and fluids a little later.
Meanwhile, my 19 year old cat has personal problems. Poor Grace is constipated again and will also be seeing the Veterinarian a little later.
Reid continues to do well. All of his blood work looks very good and I believe the doctor is pleased with his progress so far. The big problem is the constant fatigue. He wants to do more, but then does and becomes exhausted. He no longer needs the weekly IV, so last Wednesday we celebrated by going to Kenny and Ziggy's for lunch after his appointment at MD Anderson. It was the first time Reid has eaten in a restaurant since before he entered the hospital on December 15th. In fact, it was his first venture out in public. We tried to go at a time when Reid wouldn't be exposed to too many people, but that place always seems to get busy! Kenny and Ziggy's is located in Houston near The Galleria and is a NY Delicatessen type restaurant. (My kind of place!) The servings are huge and we got two more meals out of our leftovers!
Did you see 20/20 last Friday with Robin Roberts? (The link will take you to hulu.com and the 20/20 broadcast.) If you did, you should have a good idea of what Reid has been through, only he's been through two stem cell transplants within the last two years. A stem cell transplant and a bone marrow transplant are basically the same thing.
I've been following Robin's progress closely since she's about three months ahead of Reid in her recovery. Her transplant was on September 20, 2012 and Reid's was on December 21, 2012. It was really exciting to see her return to Good Morning America. Her situation and Reid's were so similar. Both of them were very fortunate to have a sibling that was a match. I've read that only 25% of patients have a close relative that matches, but I heard Robin say it's 30%. Regardless, most people aren't as fortunate as them. Then Robin lost her mother right before her transplant and we lost Jim right before we learned that Reid had relapsed. So, there are definite similarities. I'm thrilled to see Robin doing so well.
We did have a few moments of panic this morning when Reid couldn't find his bottle of Tacro which is the anti-rejection medication. He hadn't needed it in almost a week because he had a pill box full of all his medications. It was only when he needed to refill the box that he couldn't locate the bottle. He does carry the bottle down to the hospital on appointment days because he can't take a pill until after the blood draw. No sense in carrying the whole pill box when the bottle of Tacro fits easily in his pocket. We knew he had it last Wednesday and finally found it in the car. What a relief since he can't miss a single dose and it would have meant a trip down there today.
Anyway, things are settling down a little and I've been trying to catch up on lost sleep. It's not unusual for me to indulge in an afternoon nap. I have a hundred things I should be doing around here, but right now those naps are a luxury that I'm enjoying.
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Never a dull moment...
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Friday, May 01, 2009
INTRODUCING ROSCOE...
My son snapped this picture of Roscoe sleeping in a basket with the lamp shining down on him. All the cats like to sleep in this basket when the lamp is turned on. I say they're sunbathing whenever I see one there.
I always meant to introduce my animal family on my blog and thought I'd start with Roscoe. We don't know where Roscoe came from, but he showed up as a skinny cat at my son's apartment door. Keith put out a dish of food and he quickly ate it all. The next day he was back for more. Keith kept feeding him and after a few days decided to post signs around the apartment complex asking if anyone had lost a cat. No one responded.
One of my proudest accomplishments as a mother was instilling in all my sons a love and compassion for animals. Keith already had two cats, and that was all the apartment complex allowed. One of his cats was one that had been hanging around our yard and when no owner could be located Keith agreed to take him in. So, Keith now pointed out that it was my turn to take in a cat he found. And that is how Roscoe came to live here.
The first thing we did was take him to the vet to be tested for feline leukemia and to be fixed. Then we brought him home and fattened him up. :) Not intentionally...it just happened.
Roscoe has the sweetest personality. You couldn't ask for a nicer cat. He gets along well with the dog and all the other cats. He never causes any trouble. We enjoy having him as part of our family
*Note: I'm ready to scream. I've saved and published this post three times and every time the double spacing between paragraphs disappears. I'm going to try one more time and then leave it. Could it be because I changed the font?
Thursday, January 15, 2009
CHRISTMAS CLEANUP AND DECLUTTER
I've been busy taking down the Christmas decorations. (Better late than never.)
Here's one stack of Christmas stuff almost ready to go back into storage. I've got a couple of other piles like this in the dining room. On Saturday we'll drag it all back to the storage room that we rent.
I'm seriously considering not doing all of this next year. Please don't call me a Grinch, but I'm burnt out. Every year I decorate the tree by myself. I'd love for it to be a family affair, but I guess I've got that Normal Rockwell image of what Christmas is supposed to be and I'm living with reality here. So, every year I put it all up and take it all down. I thoroughly enjoy the decorations once they're up, but I'm tired of doing it too. Maybe it's time for a change. I think I could be happy with just the manger, a wreath, and a few vintage Christmas decorations. I'm wondering if my family would want the tree and other decorations if I just waited? I have a favorite quote from the Grinch movie. The Grinch says, "Perhaps Christmas doesn't come from the store, perhaps Christmas is something more."

Sorry Roscoe.
Here's one stack of Christmas stuff almost ready to go back into storage. I've got a couple of other piles like this in the dining room. On Saturday we'll drag it all back to the storage room that we rent.
I'm seriously considering not doing all of this next year. Please don't call me a Grinch, but I'm burnt out. Every year I decorate the tree by myself. I'd love for it to be a family affair, but I guess I've got that Normal Rockwell image of what Christmas is supposed to be and I'm living with reality here. So, every year I put it all up and take it all down. I thoroughly enjoy the decorations once they're up, but I'm tired of doing it too. Maybe it's time for a change. I think I could be happy with just the manger, a wreath, and a few vintage Christmas decorations. I'm wondering if my family would want the tree and other decorations if I just waited? I have a favorite quote from the Grinch movie. The Grinch says, "Perhaps Christmas doesn't come from the store, perhaps Christmas is something more."I have been working on my promise to declutter in 2009. I liked Loretta's idea of always keeping a box ready for items to donate. I stuck a box in the dining room and quickly filled it up, so I added a second box. Next week I'll take it all to the resale shop before I reconsider and decide to keep some of it. I keep telling myself to be strong and I've made a promise not to bring anything else into the house until I get rid of some things. I love to walk around resale shops and antique malls, so I'd better hurry and make a dent in some of this clutter.
Yesterday I heard a racket in the bathroom. Roscoe decided to hide from Zoom in the bathtub.
Poor Roscoe. No rest for the weary...

Sorry Roscoe.
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