Everything has been going very well since we got the diagnosis last week. Then, yesterday morning, Fancy began to vomit again. Just a tiny bit of bile, no food, and she displayed no other symptoms. She seems to feel fine other than the vomiting. Last night I held off on giving her the second doses of medicine until she felt better. She’s done it three times now as of 5:00 this morning. But this morning, I heard her start to heave and woke up to find her on the floor beside the bed, standing next to a pool of smelly red bile. My nightstand and pillow and her spot on the bed were splattered with red. She heaved some more and up came another red pool. Blood. It’s on her nose where she’s bathed herself after the sneezes, too.
I’m trying not to panic. I know that the sneezing blood is secondary to the vomiting, but the blood in the vomit is new and ominous. It’s too hot for either of us in the bedroom so I’ve set up shop in the living room until Metropolitan Vet can open. I’m literally sick to my stomach; I’ve heaved a couple of times myself.
This nightmare was supposed to be over. We had a sound strategy, a strong leader, a good plan of attack. Now my head rages with “what ifs;” what if they diagnosed wrong? What if it is liver disease after all? What if there’s something else they missed completely? What if I’ve been unwittingly doing something to exacerbate it?
Nothing to do now but wait.
