This whole thing really has been an emotional roller coaster. The doctor last night was practically dancing around based on it being lymphoma. The oncologist today who actually applies the chemo said that lymphoma in the intestines is rare and aggressive, and not as receptive as the much more common external lymph nodes manifestation. Eddie shows clearly that this got to grow and progress a long time (or is very, very aggressive) and neither one of those are good factors.
So the end result is that I'm paying for six months of treatment which will give us an estimated time-to-live for Eddie of 2-6 months. Yes, you read that right. The outside estimate for Eddie's life span is equal to the treatment plan.
And it is expensive. Very. Expensive.
But you know Eddie, don't you? Eddie can't ever get enough attention. Eddie of boundless energy. Eddie of love love love love me to death. Well, Eddie right now will ask for a little love, then curls up on the floor and tries to hold on. She's barely with us. If I don't pay for this, I'm fairly certain I can measure her remaining life in days. And I'm just not ready to let her go. So I pay the price, so that she might get a few more days with us.