Monday
Hope didn’t have any more seizures, and she hasn’t vomited that we know of for about a week. So today I added her chemotherapy med into her supper. Fingers crossed. We know she’s dying. We’re fighting to prolong her life while it is worth prolonging. Her quality of life is absolutely the most important consideration. I will fall entirely to pieces when the time comes and the math works out the other way. We totally don’t want to drag her through all sorts of awful treatments that only increase her suffering. But right now, she’s curled up against my chest, her head on my pillow, purring and purring and purring. So bittersweet.