Back on the treatment

The last blood test showed the white cell count is back to normal, so Jazz had his next Vincristine injection this evening (with yours truly back in the white coat and gloves along with the vet and nurse).

Fiona's going to send another fax to the cancer specialist to see what he says about his cystitis this time, as it's now nearly 3 weeks since he had the Cyclophosphamide and it's dragging on a bit.

He seems to be settling into a pattern over the last few days: overnight and in the mornings, he is a aware that he needs to go out, about once every hour to an hour and a half (or sometimes he manages even longer between trips outside). Then, as we move through the afternoon, he starts to have accidents, and doesn't even seem to be aware that he needs to go out. This (for us) is the more upsetting bit, although we've got covers down to protect the carpets! The intervals get shorter too - sometimes even as short as 20 minutes.

He's lost a kilo in weight again, although he's eating well, so it looks as though I've cut down a bit too much on the food once he got back up to weight.