I had an exhausting morning at the V-E-T. I'm trying to take these weekly trips in stride, but really, it's no fun being poked and prodded. Today was worse than usual, because I got stabbed with a very sharp little needle all over my belly. Usually I just get one needle poke on my leg when they steal my bloods, but they were looking for something else this time too.
Dr. C called the extra pokes a "needle biopsy." He took cells from two areas in my belly where he would have expected to find more cancer or pre-cancer cells. He was very happy to report that he found none. He was happy with my blood work too.
So maybe all this is good news to Mom and Dad, but to Me it means that I still have to have pills shoved down my throat and continue the weekly trips to the V-E-T. They say I am halfway through this phase of chemotherapy, but I'll reserve judgment about it being good news until it's all over and I can get back to living my normal Cat life.
Labels: Feline Lymphoma