Hope?

Cy is coming home tonight after a 72-hour IV treatment. It’s been the longest three days. And this morning a call to the vet’s office triggered some major nerves. “The vet would like to talk to you.”

A week ago when we first got Cy’s diagnosis a million questions came to mind yet none of them made sense. I didn’t even know where to begin. A week’s worth of research, Facebook group convos, calling friends, asking friends of friends (some of which are veterinarians) lands us here: Cy visiting his third vet since he’s been with us.

To be fair his first vet (who is a friend of friend and who is still helping us from afar) only did a brief check up the first week we got him. But last week’s vet, while reliable and knowledgeable (if asked the right questions), left me feeling a little empty.

I wanted something to be done not just switching to some higher priced kibble. And I recognize that this is a normal response to something so uncontrollable. So I asked. I asked everyone. I asked over and over again.

Is there anything we can do now?

Luckily, a contact I had made prior to meeting Cy at a local rescue gave me the contact to her vet. Armed with my research knowledge and a copy of Cy’s latest labs, I called the vet on Tuesday and was able to get him in the same day. Where his previous vet gave him a same-day IV treatment and KD food prescription, this referral admitted him for his 72-hour IV flush and ultrasound. The same process to follow: retest, measure and retest.

If he responds well to the flush, that means there’s hope to continue treatment. If not, we’re now bracing ourselves for the symptoms to come as his disease progresses.

On Wednesday, I received updates from his ultrasound: it’s congenital. That based on his blood work most likely over 75% of his kidneys are gone.

I called the office everyday, at opening and before closing. They said he’s doing well. That he’s eating the KD food they gave him.

But… the vet would like to talk to me.