lori and tom said:
I think most of us come here overwhelmed, and the idea that we already have so much on our plate.
We don't know if we can do this.
Truth? After a month or so of really good treatment (learned on this board where you are treated as family, not stranger) we all seem to find it to be a gift in disguise.
If I could, I would like to share this with you...
What Lori said right there sums it up for just about every member of this community. I myself was completely overwhelmed when I found out that Bob had diabetes. Emotionally, financially, physically. You name it. Bob wasn't even "my" cat, he prefered his momma bean. Bob's sister Lillian, who owned me, had died a few months earlier and I still hadn't gotten beyond that. But that day that the vet told me about his disease, and about everything that I would need to do every day for the foreseeable future, and how much it would cost, something happened. I discussed it with my wife and she was leaning towards PTS. I decided that the only real obstacle for me was money. What the vet told me was that Bob needed ER care, for 3 or 4 days, and that it would problaby cost me about $1000 a day. She also said she understood if we decided to put him to sleep. Then she told me that she thought it would be possible (not probable) that if I were to somehow manage to test him at home, give him sub-q fluids every other day, buy insulin and learn to shoot him, and I could afford a 3 day stay for Bob at her clinic (which she didn't even tell me how much that would cost), then she thought he
might survive.
I didn't even hesitate. I told her that I would do everything I could, myself, if Bob had a shot. That day, Bob became "my" kitty, and he took possession of me lock, stock, and barrel. He stayed at the vet for 3 days a couple days later after his condition got even worse. While he was there, they taught me how to prick his ear and give him fluids and give him shots. I got the insulin sent to me overnight, and I went to pick him up at the vets. They handed me the bill, and there was nothing on it itemizing the 3 day stay. She didn't even charge me for it, she knew I was strapped for cash after paying for the initial diagnosis. There was a token $50 dollar charge on the bill for "vet services" or something. So I went home with Bob and started dancing. I didn't know a thing about FD, or about this site. I didn't even know there was such a thing as feline diabetes. I found another website with some really great people on it, people who were members here years ago. They helped me a great deal. But the biggest help and tip they provided was to convince me to come here and join up. So I did. Since then, I have gained hundreds of "brothers, sisters, cousins" - a whole new family. Friends I've never actually met, but would do anything for. This place rocks. Period.
Back to my point - About 6 weeks after I joined here (as Lori said "a month or so"), my little sugarcat Bob went OTJ. He hasn't had a drop of insulin in 4 weeks tomorrow. The most amazing thing that has happened since the first week of May when Bob was dx'd? Just what Lori said - a gift in disguise. Bob is 11 years old. He's never been this healthy that I can remember. He was a big fat tub of lard that once weighed over 20 pounds with a body that is built to carry about half that much. He looked like a pot-bellied pig and everybody used to think that looked "so cute", not realizing that it was killing him. He was the most adorable kitten ever but about 5 years old, he started being less than healthy. Also, Bob and I have become unseperable. He no longer wants to snuggle with mom, but any time I sit on the couch or the floor, he's right there. He never slept in the bed, but more often than not, when I go to bed these nights, Bob is wanting up on the bed, and falls asleep with his no longer fat butt touching me somewhere, my knee, my foot, my arm, thankfully not my head (he can be gassy). The bonding experience that has taken place since the day I brought him back home can't be described in words (although I'll die trying to describe it I reckon). I became so entrenched in his treatment routine that the day after I was able to say he was OTJ, I sat on the floor holding him, and got all teary eyed and he looked back at me and said "Hey, quit yer leaking, dude" and I looked him dead in the eye and asked him "Well, Bob, what the hell am I supposed to do NOW?" I actually almost miss the routine! Almost.
What we are trying to tell you is that you are not really different from just about everyone who has come here as a "newbie". We all have doubts, we all have concerns, we're all afraid and confused and just want it to go away. But, we all come to find that it really isn't that bad. Even if something goes wrong, or one of our beloved sugarcats just can't make it, or they do, and then we lose them to some other fate, we all know that all we have to do is come online here, post a thread that tells everyone what is going on, or how we're doing (good or bad), and we all know that there are hundreds or thousands of hands "out there" that will reach out and pick us up.
Please, think about it hard, and please let us help.
Carl in SC, who is betting head-butted on the elbow by Bob so please excuse any typos...