One month ago and a half, during her diaphragm operation, my one and only girl Chauncey was diagnosed with that evil cat disease; wet fip. To the vets’ biggest surprise, she survived that most challenging operation despite this fatal sickness of hers. “Yes, she survived,” the vets said, “but there is no cure for fip and we would very much advise you to be prepared for the worst.”
OK, thanks, but how? Without my Chauncey, a life without chance… How? Me desperately trying to be strong, we came home and Chauncey sheltered herself in a distant corner under the bed. And during nighttime, I sheltered myself next to her. Drinking her smell, caressing her beautiful hair, trying, but failing to sleep with her paw in my hand, I felt the happiest and most miserable creature in the whole world. Happiest, because she was breathing; most miserable, because I might have lost the chance of my life any minute.
Nevertheless, Chauncey was strong and after all it was she who taught me to be brave. When I first saw her as a baby, she was shaking silently on top of a stone, trying to ease the pain caused by her closed, pouring eyes – just to touch, seal my heart endlessly with her dignity. Then, this herpes virus has taken one of her eyes, yet, with her unbelievable joy of life, Baby Chauncey won her battle against death. (She would spend half a day to climb the stairs, never giving it up. My girl!)
Hence, for Chauncey, sheltering herself under the bed with her high fever, heavy breath and constantly growing belly, this was another, yet a far more challenging survival battle; one, for the vets - who have advised us to consider euthanasia should her sobs increase - was impossible to win. And I chased a second opinion, then a third and fourth. All with the same result; it would only take a miracle to save my beloved daughter from death. For someone like me who believed in reality against miracles, I was quite hopeless, yet my mother was positive that Chauncey would call for a miracle and she kept on praying for, sending healing vibrations to her.
And then came the miracle in the form of a vial called GS-441524. Despite costing a fortune for a struggling screenwriter & filmmaker like myself, without a second thought, I started the treatment. I had to spend every penny I had saved for my short film, but the wonderful news is, we are on day 32 now, it works, and my girl is much better. She left her spot under the bed, asking for food, asking for water, asking for caressing. Asking for life! And at night I can put my head onto my pillow in peace and believe in miracles now! Good heavens!
We need your help with the rest of the treatment, this is a treatment lasting at least for 84 days, we still need 52 days to go, however this unbelievably expensive miracle has drained all my financial resources. If we cannot get the meds, fip will relapse, and we will go back to where we started. God forbid!
Either financially or spiritually, would you be a part of Chauncey’s miracle?
Chauncey sends you her deepest, most sincere purrs. We wish you and your loved ones all the happiness and health in the world!