The vet told me that her heart is still excellent and he is quite amazed at how fit she is. In fact, the tumor isn't actually having any noticeable effect on heart function. It's like a bit of extra flesh on the muscle, but it's not actually doing anything. This doesn't mean we can leave it untreated, but it does make me feel like the chemo regimen is worth the effort. If Maggie were sluggish and in clear discomfort, it would be clear that the chemo was for me, not for her.
As Scottish Lass said last night, "Maggie doesn't know she has cancer."
It's true. Outside of a skin rash that drove her a little batty last week, she's perfectly normal. At the moment, she is on the rug playing with two bones - hers and the one she stole from Wallace.
Some things never change.