If you read my blog or Facebook page, you already know this, but it’s why there was no Ask Max last week and why there really isn’t this week. It’s been a hard week at Casa Max, and we feel totally blindsided by this. I’m okay, let’s get that out of the way first. But Buddah is not.
Weekend before this last one, he spent his days barfing and sleeping, and not much else. He didn’t want to eat, not even treats, which raised all kinds of alarms for the people. The Man got home from passing gas early Monday morning and he called the stabby guy, and even though they’ve been booked weeks out lately, because of the barfing and the fact that Buddah hadn’t pooped in a few days, they wanted to see him that day.
Long story short, after x-rays and an ultrasound and a needle biopsy–where he couldn’t get enough cells for a clear sample for the pathologist even after three tries–what they did know was that Buddah’s small bowel is partially obstructed, and the likely reason is lymphoma. If it’s not that, it’s cancer of some type, but with his symptoms and the Woman’s gut feeling, they’re treating him for lymphoma.
There’s no coming back from this. There’s management, but no cure. And the big problem is that even with the medications for nausea and inflammation of his bowel, he’s still not eating much and has lost a lot of weight, even in this week. He’s wobbly on his feet sometimes and despite my promise to him, the Woman took most of his treasured UP away. He got on top of a bookcase the other day and couldn’t get back down.
I promised him, guys. That they would always find a way to give him UP if it was safe…but it’s not safe, and even he realizes it.
He needs to eat. He needs to poop. He won’t feel better until those things happen.
This is not the order of things; it’s not suppose to happen this way. I know he’s 15.5 and an old man, too, but he’s the baby brother. The little guy. He’s supposed to be here to take care of the people after I’m gone, not the other way around. So he needs Mojo, and lots of it. I know this will take him to the Bridge sooner rather than later, but this is so sudden and we’re all broken by it–yeah, even me–and we just want him to be happy and comfortable for a little while.
I’m sorry for the downer…it’s not what I wanted. I wanted to tell everyone he had a bad last weekend but this one was better because of the meds, but other than not throwing up, it hasn’t been good. He’s only nibbling on food and only had one tiny poop this week. So please keep hoping that the meds work and he wants to eat, and his guts work well enough that he has a comfortable time for a little while.
This year just blows all the way around.
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