One year ago today, I took my boys to the vet for a checkup. It had been several years--I had been a broke grad student, and then I moved and hadn't established a new vet in the area. Cass has lost a LOT of weight fairly quickly--5 or 6 pounds in about 6 weeks. He was down to around 10 from 16 lbs. They ran bloodwork and announced that he was diabetic.
I didn't panic, although I was overwhelmed. I think I surprised the vet with some of my questions--but I'm a type 2 diabetic myself. Came home on 1u prozinc once a day, with prescription canned food. Just over a week later he was back at the vet with ketoacidosis. He was vomiting everywhere, would sit in front of the water bowl but couldn't figure out how to drink, and willing to be manhandled by my neighbor, a relative stranger. My vet is not a 24-hour place (the closest is about 1 1/2 away--but they implied that the price for hospitalization was out of my reach). They were force feeding him. The third day they came in in the morning and he was unconscious from low blood sugar. I ended up taking him to the "local" vet hospital (also 1 1/2 away). He spend a total of 8 days at the vet or in the hospital before they let him come home.
While he was at the vet I found FDMB and made my
first post. I learned about home testing (which I had asked about but the vet wasn't interested) and feeding low carb. Cass came home and almost immediately crashed. The board helped me through the hypo and we started reducing his dose.
There was a long transition to canned food (wouldn't eat it a first). We reduced, tried dosing tid for a while, went back to bid, reduced to nothing and went back up. He became a pro at bouncing. It took about 8 months before I felt comfortable considering Cass regulated. He's now on half his highest dose, and doing fairly well (anti-jinx). My stand-offish youngest has become a lap cat. I sit in the recliner and I have an instant cat.
OTJ is still a distant dream, but he's come much further than I ever expected. It's still depressing when someone posts in a panic, and then is OTJ three weeks later, but I've learned to roll with the punches. I don't worry when I leave for work. I know Cass will be fine, and the Prozincers will be there for advice when I need it.
One year anniversary. Didn't expect to make it here. Keep up the good work, Cass cat.