Mommy and Good Daddy agreed when I told them that I'm not ready to go away yet, so they are really going into debt to make sure that I get the best possible chance to survive this cancer.
I had surgery earlier this month, and I'm mad because the fur on my jaw hasn't grown back yet and I look lop-sided. But I was a good kitty and kept the stupid cone on most of the time. I even got the kitten Ivar to clean my face for me!
Now I just had my first dose of chemotherapy a few days ago. I feel cold all the time, but otherwise I'm doing okay. Good Daddy says I have to get that shot another five times over the next four months.
I don't know if I'm going to get radiation treatment. Good Daddy heard that it would cost more than a new car, and he's hoping that was just a rumor.
But even if I don't get that treatment, what I have gotten will help me live a lot longer than the four months they told Mommy when they first discovered the cancer.
If you want to help, Good Daddy still has my GoFundMe up. You can see it in the post below.