So sorry to hear about Chester. It is heart-wrenching to go through this. But know that you’re not alone; the people on this site can help immensely; I know we would not have survived our ordeal with Blasto were it not for them. They helped us through those frantic foreboding feelings, and confusing and discouraging times with concrete advise, support and encouragement.
While I am fairly new to this, I hope that our story re our 3 ½ year old Irish Setter, Rudy, can be a testimony of hope for you. Rudy had Blasto throughout his body. He had a large mass/clump in his lungs. Two specialists who reviewed his x-rays told our vet that essentially the meds could not penetrate through this and the prognosis was very poor. Our vet gave us 3-4 days to make a decision. His respirations were high, he developed Emphysema, lost over 20 pounds, plus he was having several nose bleeds every day. Yet, against all odds, we had seen also some very small yet significant (to us) signs of improvement that indicated to us that Rudy wasn’t ready to go. We also took hope in that he had already lived approximately six weeks since diagnosis; because he made it past the first few days, we felt that the longer he lived, the better his chances.
Some steps we did that might be helpful: Our vet doubled his dosage of Itraconazole & added a second & different type of anti-biotic (I think it was one to treat pneumonia). We force-fed him every 2-3 hours with high calorie mashed or canned puppy food; kept him hydrated with fluids (water, blue Gatorade or Ensure Vanilla Plus) every hour through a syringe through his mouth. We reduced his “pee outings” to our backyard or about two house lengths from ours (sometimes he’d have to rest or be carried home). We kept him cool with a fan and gave him lots of love and affection. When he could, we would sit outside with him so he’d have a change of scenery which did seem to pick up his spirits. We set up his bed, and even brought out the fan on a long extension cord. Small visits from friends and neighbors bearing treats also helped.
Because we saw subtle signs indicating some improvement (he wagged his tail one time; he gave my husband a kiss once; and another time he barked at a passer-by), we held off on our decision to put him down for a full week or so & very slowly he started to show other improvements. His breathing rate at rest reduced to @40-50/minutes (not the normal 20/min but marked improvement from 80-90/min before). And when he did cough up clots of blood the size of a chicken liver; we decided to take it as a sign that he was getting rid of that nasty Blasto in his system vs. getting worse and we told him, & ourselves this was so (better out of his system than in). We held onto to every sign of improvement and embellished it.
Rudy has now gained the 20 pounds he lost and is able to go for walks and even short off-leash runs. He can lie on his side and back whereas before he couldn’t breathe if he did. He can still tire easily and we know that we have quite a bit of care left ahead of us before we can stop worrying. His antigen level was 62.9! But even though he’s not 100%, he’s one million times better than he was.
So please hang on; keep strong and positive. You’ve got catching it early on your side and everyone on this site. For some reason, knowing that it can get worse before it gets better helped us through the worst times- to realize that it’s a natural process of the disease and that it can get better. And similar to what Eva mentioned: keep him well-nourished and hydrated, keep him cool and not over-exerted, give him lots of words of comfort and positive energy while the medication and treatment do their job. Please keep in touch: the people on this site are a godsend.
I hope this helps in some way? I just had to respond: I remember how it felt when Rudy was having such a difficult time to breathe. Many others can also relate. We are all thinking of you. Take care. You and Chester are in our prayers.
Sheila, Paul (& Rudy)