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So, I've been putting off telling something because it's just so damned unspeakable. However, I don't want it to come as an out of the blue shock to my long term readers when the end comes down hard and I pour it out here. You've all been so dear over the years.
So... here goes.
Willis has metastasized cancer. It began as Intestinal adeno-carcinoma that now lives in his lungs too. He's taking chemo to hopefully buy time. There won't be any curing it. When he was diagnosed in the beginning of September (happy birthday to me :-( ) They said he had 1-3 months left. He's now starting his 2nd month. So far, he's not super sickly seeming. He's got energy & he's still my constant companion either smashed up against me as I work or stationed somewhere in the way where he can stare at me as I move about the house. I'm deeply grateful, he doesn't seem to be suffering a lot... though trust me when I tell you, a cat with intestinal cancer brings the gross.
He's on his second chemo drug. The first didn't do what we'd hoped, so we're trying something different. He seems to be tolerating this one, well-ish. If this one doesn't work, there is nothing else left to try.
As always, your spare thoughts of goodness for him and my heart would be deeply appreciated.