Nicholas has to undergo adrenal surgery this coming Monday 6/21. I know our ferrets all over have this surgery everyday but my precious little boy is going under the knife and that's a whole 'nother story. He has lost no fur at all, but he's terribly itchy and he started pestering his friend Dweasel's butt constantly. When he had trouble urinating I rushed him to the vet and started him on Casedex and gave him another Lupron - this in addition to his yearly early spring Lupron. After 2 weeks he started urinating freely again, but boy was he peeing freely. All over the place. Marking his male territory. Since both of my guys have free roam of the house all the time this was a chore. I wanted to be sure that an adrenal tumor was what we were dealing with so I had an adrenal panel run and yes, it was positive. My point in writing all this is Nicholas is the joy of my progressively narrowing life. He's the reason i drag my rheumatoid body out of bed every morning. 3 years ago I was happily bushhogging my fields on my John Deere and now I can hardly get myself into my electric wheelchair. My spine is turning a helix on itself and some strange neuropathy has rendered my core muscles very weak. But Nicholas makes me laugh every day. He's not much of a toy guy - all he wants is me on the other end of that toy. And vise versa. When he's asleep in my lap, upside down, legs up, his little arms crossed over his chest and fat tummy exposed all my pain goes away for awhile. All I want is one little ferret God. Just one little 3.5 lb creature to come through this surgery and bounce around again to make everything make sense in the world. Lorraine in Virginia [Posted in FML 6733]