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]