Well, the super hardcore pain meds are doing wonders, but i cannot let that distract from the reality. The vet named three possible diagnoses for the Muffster. To get a solid diagnosis for any of them would require much expensive imaging and testing (MRI and CT scans) which would cost a ton and torment her, and not really add to any significant quality of life. She looks great today, and was so sweet and purry all night (she slept on my chest) that i was afraid to move. But it would be selfish to go overboard with the heroics.
The possible diagnoses:
Pulmonary embolism (She ruled out stroke because stroke victims drag a limb rather than favor it.),
Pathological fracture as a result of an underlying cancer. Considering her log history of thyroid and lung problems, this is pretty compelling, though she is no longer favoring the leg. Opiods can be deceptive, i think that is the appeal.
Oh, is it possible that my kitty has bone and lung mets? Christmas Eve they checked Roscoe for a base-of-tongue tumor. Are all of my kitties gonna get a head and neck cancer just for the sake of irony? :(
Posted by sciencegrrl at December 26, 2004 10:14 AM