And this is also fun - we have give him oral chemo at home. It's great - don't touch it, don't even look at it! So, I glove up and don't let the chemo tough anything. Seriously, I'm more careful with the chemo than I've ever been with the phosphoric acid in the lab. I don't know whether that says something about my attitude toward acid and lab safety, or if it means I'm taking the chemo a lot more seriously. Then again, since this stuff can wreck my bone marrow (and the boys!) it's best to not mess with it.
I do worry about how he's going to react to these treatments. He's had a lot, been through a lot, and endured a lot. He seems less eager to go to the vet, and I don't blame him.
He's pokey today in the park, and has his "woe is me" face on when he has his coat. He needs it, though - it's cold out! - and he has very little undercoat left. We will need to pay very close attention to him to see how he is, but he's been doing ok - aside from being just absolutely insane on this prednisone! It's tapering, but it's bally, grubbing, recycling, bally, food, bally, more food, snacks, grubbing, etc...
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