I talk all the time about Frank. He is a big part of my world, and his health is not good.
This little fighter, he is something else.
This past week, he had blood in his urine, started an antibiotic and now has had 3 seizures (that I've witnessed) since. I'm so concerned, I have left the house twice since it all started. I'm worried, I'm preparing, and I'm glued to the boy.
This is the toughest thing I have ever faced. Dr. doesn't want me to bring him in just yet, either, he wants me to call and report daily any changes. I am to keep him super calm and off stairs/furniture/etc.
Tomorrow is his last day of antibiotics. Then, I bring in a urine sample to test again to make sure his urine is good and no blood/counts are okay.
I'm a wreck. Been sleeping on the couch, and, well, actually up most of the night, and napping during the day when I finish working.
I don't want him to suffer, and from his massive want of cheerios, I don't think he is suffering right now. Of course, I don't even want him to get close to that point. I'm praying he starts feeling better and the valium starts working.
