Wow, these past few weeks have felt like months! I feel like we’ve been functioning like a little hospital house, with all the special accommodations we made for Samba’s convalescence. All her own things in her own little room, keeping her safe and sheltered and confined, medicating her for pain and then for constipation and then for diarrhea and incontinence (arrgh!). Surrounding her with love but also respecting her need for space. Alternately cringing and cheering for her new steps and growing confidence. Allowing the children to coddle her but also cautioning them to be careful. Now, finally, we have unbolted the door and Samba is allowed to go throughout the house. I am back to sleeping in my own bed and it feels so strange to lie more than 8 inches off the floor and without the smells of litter box and canned cat food enveloping me, after so many nights on my “hospital pallet” near her.
Our new project is providing Samba the seclusion she wants (she’s kind of an old lady sometimes) by giving her the only “kitty key” to the downstairs master area. My husband put in a sensor-operated cat door to our bedroom so that pesky little Sassy kitten cannot enter! That just got installed tonight, so she has not tried it out yet (hopefully she will be able to operate it; she is doing fine with the regular cat door to the garage). Samba wanted to take some glamour shots in her new palace (SUCH an upgrade from her “hospital room”) to show y’all that she is feeling almost back to normal.
Thanks for those of you who came alongside us about the chemo decision. We are feeling comfortable with the good chances she has from the surgery, even though not 100% – because really, nothing is. The good Lord knows how much time she has and has protected her thus far, so we are just going to enjoy it and praise Samba for her determination and unswerving love. I have to be honest and say, though, despite nursing her through this so closely – I often still find her post-surgery physique surprising to look at. It catches me off guard, and the fleeting thought goes through my mind, “Wait, where did her leg go??” Does this happen to any of you?
I will tell you what the best thing has been, that has comforted me ever since her surgery: She Never Stopped Purring. 🙂
We love you all and will keep in touch!
Team Samba
Texas
New look for a new room
Feels so good to be out in the living room!
Her own personal set of stairs for her hospital room. This was after she no longer needed her little cave bed and we re-organized a little for week 3.