When I went in to visit her, she had a shaved head and belly. They brought her in on a stretcher and she had an IV in her arm.
She was not happy! They discussed with me that it is an emotionally turbulent disease, and I was already feeling the effects. Not an exciting time.
They told me there's a chance the medicines would not work. I stayed pretty hopeful and visited everyday. Much to my excitement - she seemed to improve every day I went to see her. Which was everyday. Luckily I worked close to the hospital and took extended lunches for the week she was in the hospital. She finally got to a point where I could handle her with the sling and she was ready to go home! It was an exciting time. I thought it was nearly over.
Not true.
The doctors decided the best course of long-term treatment was predinsone with a low dose chemotherapy for a few months to reduce the immune system.
Since there was a high risk of relapsing with this disease, we wanted to start as soon as possible. With her improving every day, I was hopeful.
We went in to get pre-chemo blood work done and when we left I noticed she was having to use the bathroom pretty frequently. When I got her back to work, she was going every 10 minutes and work was impossible. I called the vet and they said urinary tract infection. Ugh. With the predisone, her immune system was weakened and she was susceptible to these. I took her in and got an urinalysis. She tested positive and the chemo was postponed. We didn't want to do the antibiotics while we were doing chemo since the two would end up fighting each other. The first setback. She'd be on the antibiotic for 2 weeks. Then another before we tested her urine.
Things were starting to get complicated.
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