“All the king's chemo and all the king's medical people … leave Patrick in a post funk after each new Round of Chemo.”
Well … except for Round 1 and Round 4.
Laying in my recliner, Father's Day weekend after Round 1 with zero appetite … our cat Stardust jumps through her cat window bearing a squealing “chipmunk” for me …talk about a post funk erasure … hearing the ruckus Megan with the speed of professional ball player grabs the chipmunk out of Stardust’s mouth returning it outdoors
Then last night after starting Round 4 yesterday … I was dozing off and awoke to Stardust playing with what sounded like a squeaky toy … my eyes flung open realizing Stardust does not play with squeaking toys … it was something alive
Yelling for Megan she appears and blocks the cat window while Stardust tries to get her squeaking squirming “vole” to cooperate without having to kill it.
Following each episode I have done my best to express my gratitude, but 'no thanks', for fresh rodent following a each new round of Chemo …
Anyone else out there in the land of ‘trying to survive’ have a pet that cares enough to hunt and bring you food?
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