kudzu news

I’ve been waiting on posting about this until Sean and I really had something to report. A couple weeks ago, we noticed that Kudzu had a chunk of fur missing along her back. That worried us, so we scheduled a visit with her vet and Sean took her in one morning. The vet did some blood work on Kudzu and checked out a few other vitals. The diagnosis was feline hyperthyroidism. The illness is pretty much the same thing as what happens in humans. In fact, the treatment options are pretty much the same as well. The options that we were given were 1) shove a pill down Kudzu’s throat twice a day, 2) have Kudzu’s thyroid gland surgically removed or 3) have Kudzu undergo radiation treatment that targets the “sick” cells and kills them while leaving the “healthy” cells.

After doing a lot of research on the illness, it wasn’t a very hard decision for Sean and me to make. The first two options have a lot of risk involved and aren’t really cures. The third option, on the other hand, is a cure with low risk and very low potential for recurrence. We’re really lucky being in Phoenix, because we had two choices of locations to take Kudzu for treatment. Our vet specifically recommended one location, Arizona Veterinary Specialists. Today, we took Kudzu in for her initial scan and so that we could talk to the oncologist who would be caring for her. I have to admit that I immediately loved the technician and the oncologist. They were incredibly friendly and very informative. I honestly left Kudzu for her first stay with a lighter heart.

So, tonight, we are a single cat family. Kudzu has to stay overnight after her first scan because of the chemicals they have to use to scan her thyroid. After tonight, she’ll go back on a Monday and stay for the whole week. She’ll get injected with Iodine-131 on Monday and spend the rest of the week in isolation while the radioactive material leaves her system. After that, we’ll have to take her back to our vet at 1 month and 3 months for blood work to make sure her thyroid has responded to the treatment as expected. All of the doctors are very optimistic right now. No one seems to believe that Kudzu is 16 years old. So, please keep us and her in your thoughts over the coming weeks. I’ll keep everyone posted on how things go.

fuzz butt

I’ve had my office chair for a while. It’s one of those standard executive-style chairs (whatever that really means). It’s a pretty comfy chair, but it’s cloth and Weaver loves to sleep in my chair when I’m not sitting in it. The result of an uber-fuzzy cat sleeping in my office chair means that I get fuzz butt really easily. I can’t check my e-mail in the morning if I’m wearing dress slacks.

My chair has started to show it’s age a little bit and I’m tired of having to constantly use a cat brush on my chair (a lint brush doesn’t even start picking up Weaver’s fur). We’ve been looking at various different new chairs for me, but haven’t wanted to spend the money on it. This weekend we found my office chair. So far it’s actually proven pretty comfy and I’d like to just see Weaver attempt to sit on this chair.

coming home

I’ve been up in Denver for the past couple of weeks. I flew back up on Sunday for my third week but finished my work early and caught a flight home last night. I walked into the office this morning and had about 10 people ask me, “What are you doing here?” Seriously, people. Do I annoy my coworkers so much that they have to ask that annoying question?

The first person to ask me was my task lead. I decided to be snarky. “I’m not actually Kat. Kat finally got that clone machine working, so she’s still up in Denver. I’m Kat Prime. I’m here to get all the rest of the work done that she can’t deal with while she’s on travel.” He wasn’t amused. I was, though, so it was worth it.

Second response to the question, “You’re finished already?!” “No, actually the whole testing thing was going so badly that I just decided to ditch it and come home. It was a waste of my time.”

My responses got worse and worse as the morning drew on. I’m glad to be home, but I’m ready for the day that I come home and my coworkers don’t express shock at my return.