Help Socks Get Chemotherapy Treatment

A few months ago, Socks, was diagnosed with Carcinoma cancer and had multiple malignant mammary tumors. I've had her since 2015 as a kitten, and she's a huge part of my world.

I can't begin to describe how much I love Socks. I will honestly do anything and everything I can for her regardless of what people think.

Since I've last posted, Socks has been through so much more, and I've experienced a wave of emotions every day taking care of her. I cannot stop crying. She's the most important thing to me in the world. And I know she feels the same for me.

Prior to the surgery, I cried each time I'd take her in for a check-up or bloodwork knowing that she was due for another huge operation very soon. My poor little girl. I didn't want to put her through any more pain.

Her 2nd surgery was successful, and it went a lot more smoothly than her first. A surgeon was given the job, and he was able to successfully remove every tumor with no traces from what they could tell. The day the vet called and told me this, it was the first time in a while I had felt a sense of relief. Each check-up since the surgery, she has checked out. There are no signs of any more tumors. The recovery seemed a lot easier and cleaner for her- the incision site was covered by a bandage; she was given antibiotics and an oral as well as topical pain medication that helped immensely through the weeks after the operation. She's fully healed now with the exception of a bit of scabs that need to completely heal over. It seems the only thing causing her discomfort now is her arthritis. I'll inquire about pain remedies for this soon and see if the topical medication is a good option.

The cancer cells have inevitably spreading through her bloodstream, so Chemotherapy is my only option to rule out the possibility of it reaching her vital organs.

Yesterday, I took Socks in for her first treatment. The cancer clinic is a lot closer than her primary vet, so the ride there is much less stressful for her. It went well. Her bloodwork was good and still no signs of tumors. They suggested I send her x-rays to a radiologist for further inspection. I really hope they don't find anything- my primary vet and the cancer group couldn't see any anomalies.

Going to the cancer facility always makes me emotional. Because they give the most definitive answers based off of what they know and what has happened in other cases like Socks'.

It's not the first time I've asked the question, and I'm always give the same answer, but I asked again for the last time. Her life expectancy is a year. A year, they said. It's not uncommon for cats with her diagnosis to only live up to a year or maybe just a bit longer- even with Chemotherapy. It delays the spread of the cancer- it doesn't cure it. This is the most I can do for her now.

Socks has been such a strong girl. She continues to surprise me with how well and quickly she recovers after each trial and how much more life and love she has to give. She is happy. I promise. She wants to live, and it shows.

I know it's childish of me to say that I want her to beat all the odds and to live a much longer, healthier life than what's expected. But I really don't care.

She is the light of my life, and I will continue to do all I can for my heterochromatic, crooked tailed girl until each of her 9 little lives come to an end.