John & Henry
Member Since 2022
Hi everyone,
I'll apologize up front for the length of this post but I'm experiencing one of the hardest times I've had in a long time and I need to get it off my chest. My beloved 12 year old all white Siamease mix , Henry is currently in critical condition with DKA.
I had no idea he was diabetic. Although fairly picky he's always loved food and was a small time begger until about 6 months ago when the begging got to a whole other level. I tried to be really discipline about feeding him at the same time everyday hoping he'd cut down on the constant begging. Sometimes it would work, other times he was relentless going straight back to begging immediately after downing a whole can of food (friskies wet food, never dry food). He'd meow to wake me up in the morning (he hadn't done that since we came to an understanding on the topic when he was a kitten). He got mad enough with me ignoring his begging that he would bite me! Usually it was just gently nibbling on my hands, but sometimes he would do it very hard. If only I had realized he was literally starving to death
He's never been overweight but carried a little extra padding topping out at about 9 pounds or so. About a month or two ago I starting to feel his spine poking through his back, but wrote it off to getting older. But very quickly it got more and more prominent. I deeply regret not taking him to the vet at that point. He was bloated and I figured he had worms that was sapping his nutrients so I ordered a broad spectrum de-worming medication (Bayers Drontal). I gave him his first dose exactly 1 week ago today. Recently his spine, tail bone and even his ribs felt like they had lost all their muscle despite still looking bloated and not exactly skinny or sickly. I googled why this was happening and the first result was due to weight loss. It was the first time I realized he was rapidly losing weight even though he was eating more than he ever had in his life. Last Saturday he got on my chest while I was laying in bed, purring and told me "papa, I'm dying".
There's currently a vet shortage in the PNW where most vets aren't accepting new patients and even established clients have a 2+ month wait to get an appointment. Luckily my vet does set aside a few slots for emergency cases but you have to call right at 6am and they fill up within a few minutes. I was lucky to get an appointment for Sunday. The vet thought it was classic hyperthyroidism but unfortunately didn't have an on-site lab, so she had to send them out.
He took a bad turn after returning from the vet. This was the first day he wouldn't eat anymore. He was so lethargic, walking very strange and slow, wouldn't jump up on anything and was sitting in strange places he normally normally never does (in the bathroom and next to his litter box). His normal furniture is my lap. He's so attached to me it's crazy. If I'm sitting 90% of the time he's laying on me. Sleeps on my feet in bed. He's always been clingy with me, but I very much appreciate his affection. I really hit the panic button Sunday night and knew I couldn't wait another day for those test results. I called our local 24 hour emergency hospital and asked if they were able to do on-site blood work and they said they did, but unfortunately they were at capacity and couldn't accept any new patients. Luckily being in a major city there were a couple other 24 hour places, but all were either "on diverson" or had wait times up to 24 hours and you had to wait in your car in their parking lot. Critical reviews of some of these places said their animals would literally bleed to death in the car waiting to be triaged. I kept thinking "is it going to just be quicker to wait for the results from my vet then waiting 24 hours in the car?" But Henry was declining by the hour and I was desperate. I stayed up all night calling and weighing my options. I was seriously considering making the 12+ hour drive to UC Davis. At 6am Monday I tried the 24 hour hospital I had first called and this time they said I could get in with a 8-12 hour wait, but they would triage him immediately and get him in quicker if they thought it warranted. I went immediately and he was assessed as critical and said it would be 1-3 hours but only ended up being about 45 minutes. They did bloodwork and an ultrasound. When they showed me the test results the first thing that stuck out at me was the BG of 334. Strangely the vet didn't even mention the possibility of diabetes and thought it was lymphoma based on the ultrasound (I'll go into more detail on that later) and got me an urgent referral to a specialist hospital to see an oncologist. I took him there immediately and on the drive there my vet that had been waiting for the test results called to inform me that he was experiencing life threatening DKA and needed to be treated immediately.
Luckily I was only 5 minutes away from the specialist hospital and was able to inform them of the gravity of the situation when I arrived. While they didn't respond with the urgency I was expecting (it took the attending almost 2 hours to even call me, and I know they didn't do anything before that because they didn't even ask for the deposit until after I spoke with him, plus he insisted on verify the diagnosis with their own lab before they proceeded even though my vet had immediately sent over the results she had)
4 hours later he called me back and it was a really really grim conversation. This is probably the time to tell you about the results of the ultrasound that made them think lymphoma:
My technical analytical mind immediately kicked in and luckily I have a knack (hobby?) of researching academic medical literature due to my own rare health condition. My assessment thus far:
I was very relieved not to get the dreaded midnight call last night and this morning she said he was doing slightly better but "not out of the woods". While I've been writing this novel she called to say he's improved even more this evening and actually ate some food! That info brought me to tears since they said it wasn't possible to place an E-tube due to him being too sick for anesthesia. I worry a bit about the forthcoming bills since I was quoted $1800-$2000 per day of hospitalization (which seems very much above what I've seen others pay for the same circumstances) but it'll be worth every penny if I get my little buddy back purring in my lap.
While I've so got much to learn about administrating insulin and taking BG readings I'm so thankful for this community and the wealth of information provided here. I look forward to talking with you all. If you made it to the end of this thank you for taking the time to read it.
I'm interested in any advice or your take on my situation.
I'll apologize up front for the length of this post but I'm experiencing one of the hardest times I've had in a long time and I need to get it off my chest. My beloved 12 year old all white Siamease mix , Henry is currently in critical condition with DKA.
I had no idea he was diabetic. Although fairly picky he's always loved food and was a small time begger until about 6 months ago when the begging got to a whole other level. I tried to be really discipline about feeding him at the same time everyday hoping he'd cut down on the constant begging. Sometimes it would work, other times he was relentless going straight back to begging immediately after downing a whole can of food (friskies wet food, never dry food). He'd meow to wake me up in the morning (he hadn't done that since we came to an understanding on the topic when he was a kitten). He got mad enough with me ignoring his begging that he would bite me! Usually it was just gently nibbling on my hands, but sometimes he would do it very hard. If only I had realized he was literally starving to death
He's never been overweight but carried a little extra padding topping out at about 9 pounds or so. About a month or two ago I starting to feel his spine poking through his back, but wrote it off to getting older. But very quickly it got more and more prominent. I deeply regret not taking him to the vet at that point. He was bloated and I figured he had worms that was sapping his nutrients so I ordered a broad spectrum de-worming medication (Bayers Drontal). I gave him his first dose exactly 1 week ago today. Recently his spine, tail bone and even his ribs felt like they had lost all their muscle despite still looking bloated and not exactly skinny or sickly. I googled why this was happening and the first result was due to weight loss. It was the first time I realized he was rapidly losing weight even though he was eating more than he ever had in his life. Last Saturday he got on my chest while I was laying in bed, purring and told me "papa, I'm dying".
There's currently a vet shortage in the PNW where most vets aren't accepting new patients and even established clients have a 2+ month wait to get an appointment. Luckily my vet does set aside a few slots for emergency cases but you have to call right at 6am and they fill up within a few minutes. I was lucky to get an appointment for Sunday. The vet thought it was classic hyperthyroidism but unfortunately didn't have an on-site lab, so she had to send them out.
He took a bad turn after returning from the vet. This was the first day he wouldn't eat anymore. He was so lethargic, walking very strange and slow, wouldn't jump up on anything and was sitting in strange places he normally normally never does (in the bathroom and next to his litter box). His normal furniture is my lap. He's so attached to me it's crazy. If I'm sitting 90% of the time he's laying on me. Sleeps on my feet in bed. He's always been clingy with me, but I very much appreciate his affection. I really hit the panic button Sunday night and knew I couldn't wait another day for those test results. I called our local 24 hour emergency hospital and asked if they were able to do on-site blood work and they said they did, but unfortunately they were at capacity and couldn't accept any new patients. Luckily being in a major city there were a couple other 24 hour places, but all were either "on diverson" or had wait times up to 24 hours and you had to wait in your car in their parking lot. Critical reviews of some of these places said their animals would literally bleed to death in the car waiting to be triaged. I kept thinking "is it going to just be quicker to wait for the results from my vet then waiting 24 hours in the car?" But Henry was declining by the hour and I was desperate. I stayed up all night calling and weighing my options. I was seriously considering making the 12+ hour drive to UC Davis. At 6am Monday I tried the 24 hour hospital I had first called and this time they said I could get in with a 8-12 hour wait, but they would triage him immediately and get him in quicker if they thought it warranted. I went immediately and he was assessed as critical and said it would be 1-3 hours but only ended up being about 45 minutes. They did bloodwork and an ultrasound. When they showed me the test results the first thing that stuck out at me was the BG of 334. Strangely the vet didn't even mention the possibility of diabetes and thought it was lymphoma based on the ultrasound (I'll go into more detail on that later) and got me an urgent referral to a specialist hospital to see an oncologist. I took him there immediately and on the drive there my vet that had been waiting for the test results called to inform me that he was experiencing life threatening DKA and needed to be treated immediately.
Luckily I was only 5 minutes away from the specialist hospital and was able to inform them of the gravity of the situation when I arrived. While they didn't respond with the urgency I was expecting (it took the attending almost 2 hours to even call me, and I know they didn't do anything before that because they didn't even ask for the deposit until after I spoke with him, plus he insisted on verify the diagnosis with their own lab before they proceeded even though my vet had immediately sent over the results she had)
4 hours later he called me back and it was a really really grim conversation. This is probably the time to tell you about the results of the ultrasound that made them think lymphoma:
Thickening of the small intestinal walls with disproportionate thickening of the muscularis layer. This is most often seen associated with intestinal lymphoma, but can also be seen with inflammatory bowel bulld disease. Intestinal biopsies would be necessary for a definitive diagnosis.
Hyperechoic hepatomegaly, most often seen associated with hepatic lipidosis. However, this can also be seen with hepatitis or hepatic lymphoma. If further evaluation of this is desired, fine needle aspirates for cytology of the liver could be obtained using ultrasound guidance.
He also said they performed an xray and saw a "small unknown mass" near his lungs and some sort of hernia of the esophagus. He said the DKA was so bad he wasn't sure he was going to make it and coupled with the possibility of lymphoma he strongly suggested I consider "humaine euthanasia". I could barely keep it together, but told him to treat his DKA and we could talk about the other stuff tomorrow. If he'd had some sort of proof of something like large cell lymphoma I probably would have acquiesced, but I needed to do some research. He said there was a large possibility he wouldn't make it through the night and I should keep my phone close.Hyperechoic hepatomegaly, most often seen associated with hepatic lipidosis. However, this can also be seen with hepatitis or hepatic lymphoma. If further evaluation of this is desired, fine needle aspirates for cytology of the liver could be obtained using ultrasound guidance.
My technical analytical mind immediately kicked in and luckily I have a knack (hobby?) of researching academic medical literature due to my own rare health condition. My assessment thus far:
- I quickly wrote off the finding of the nodule they saw on the xray knowing that "incidentalomas" (as the doctors call them) are very common and rarely malignant. There's a reason doctors hate full body scans because there is a large chance one of these nodules will be discovered and they're usually a nothing burger.
- The esophageal hernia probably explains why Henry has had this condition where if you touch his throat too hard he'll cough and look like he's gasping for air, but he's been doing it since he was a kitten. It does look a little scary but he always gets over it in a few minutes and seems unphased by it. Reading up on the condition indicates it is frequently found in Siamease and is almost definitely congenital.
- Next up is the issue of the Hyperechoic hepatomegaly (aka, an enlarged liver). It is my understanding that hepatic lipidosis is a common comorbidity of DKA and diabetes so it seems that would be more likely the case than lymphoma.
- Finally and the most concerning is "Thickening of the small intestinal walls with disproportionate thickening of the muscularis layer". My research has shown in this case it's impossible to distinguish IBD from lymphoma aside from doing a biopsy. I've seen some sources say it is more likely to be IBD but one study (with a small sample size) indicitated it's about 50/50 which isn't great odds but certainly not a reason to jump straight to euthanasia.
I was very relieved not to get the dreaded midnight call last night and this morning she said he was doing slightly better but "not out of the woods". While I've been writing this novel she called to say he's improved even more this evening and actually ate some food! That info brought me to tears since they said it wasn't possible to place an E-tube due to him being too sick for anesthesia. I worry a bit about the forthcoming bills since I was quoted $1800-$2000 per day of hospitalization (which seems very much above what I've seen others pay for the same circumstances) but it'll be worth every penny if I get my little buddy back purring in my lap.
While I've so got much to learn about administrating insulin and taking BG readings I'm so thankful for this community and the wealth of information provided here. I look forward to talking with you all. If you made it to the end of this thank you for taking the time to read it.
I'm interested in any advice or your take on my situation.

