6 Week Check-Up
We have not been blogging much lately. Not since Mom and Dad got home from their vacation. Oh, Mom's been blogging, but just between you and me, she hasn't even had time to play with her strings and sheep furs lately.
Today however, I get priority blogging, because today was my 6 week check-up since finishing my chemotherapy.
Mom has been happy because I've been talkative, hungry, playful, and downright ornery at times. Just like my old self she says. She just hoped Dr. C would be happy too.
And he was. He was happy with my weight (up to 14 pounds 12 ounces), he was happy with my energy and activity level, and he was especially happy that he didn't find any lumps or swollen areas in any of my lymph nodes.
I however, was not happy. I grumped and growled and hissed the entire time because he massaged deeply to feel for those nonexistent lumps.
The good news is that I don't have to go back for another 60 days. I don't think I should have to go back at all. But Mom says that's the time Catzee and I have to go in for our annual check-ups anyway. Maybe she'll change her mind by then.