Back from the hospital - with a feeding tube in her esophagus. And although she's tired, LucyFur seems much more like her old self than earlier in the week - I hope I'm not kidding myself. The feeding tube looks dramatic - and of course is something of a last-ditch measure. So ... since she came round from the anaesthetic yesterday, and then throughout the day, and when she was being discharged, and again this evening, she's eaten just fine. By mouth. She's always had a contrarian streak to her ... To be sure, we'll use the feeding tube if, tomorrow, she's not eating enough, and it may be a useful device through which to deliver her many meds (by now - anti nausea; anti-biotics; a steroid; and others besides). She's now curled up beside me in a little snoring ball. Who knows whether this will be successful or not? - it's an incredibly intense and complicated regimen, and we suddenly find ourselves in the role of veterinary nurses. But right now, for this moment, she's home and seems happy.
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