It's taken several weeks, but I am proud to say that Sandy, madam
Insulinomia, is taking her meds from my finger... I have been mixing in
her prednisone and now she doesn't need a syringe.  Now, I need to do
the same thing with her proglycem, and I have hope there also, because
I am getting chicken flavored from a compounding pharmacist.  Next,, my
vet has done his homework and has the info tomorrow about surgery.
 
So the unmanageable becomes manageable.  I just hung in there and kept
faith.  I realize things will go downhill as well as uphill, but the
weasel snuggles, and drinks from my fingers, make it all worth while.
 
Mark H.
[Posted in FML issue 3858]