Admittedly, we only have Chinny and Ponyfucker's word on Timbit having feline leukemia, but they've been consistent in calling it that instead of FIV. You're right, it's unusual for FeLV+ kitties to survive to an elderly age, but it's not impossible.
I spent several years volunteering at a cat sanctuary that specialized in taking care of normally unadoptable cats for the rest of their lives, They had a quarantined section specifically dedicated to FeLV+ kitties. While most cats didn't last more than a couple of years (and sometimes just a couple of months if they were kittens born with the virus), several survived for 6-8 years, and there were 3 FeLV+ cats who had been there for 10+ years, all of which had been adults when taken in. Those 3 cats in particular were retested regularly and always shown to be positive, but for whatever reason they didn't suffer from any of usual health problems that FeLV+ cats normally endure. They were asymptomatic carriers, a la Typhoid Mary.
I'm sure at this point that her doctors are blunt with her. There's no way to soften the blow of "your liver is dying and if you don't change your diet right now we'll have to amputate your toes in 2 months tops." It's no use though. Cuntal will never listen, no matter how dire the prognosis. She will never give up her addiction.
When I think of Chinny's potential future, I'm reminded of what happened to a friend of a friend of mine.
His mother had severe type II diabetes, but she refused to take any medication or give up sugar and other carbs. Her favored form of her drug of choice was soda. She'd go through 6+ 2 liters in a single day. She ate and drank herself into complete immobility, while her husband hoarded out their house until it was a serious biohazard.
After her husband died, this woman ended up in a nursing home, because she was absolutely incapable of taking care of herself in even the most basic ways. She was totally bedbound--either due to amputations and/or her weight, I don't have any details on that. She was also in constant pain and on meds for same. While caregivers at the nursing home could make sure she took her medications, they were unable to curtail her addiction to sugar. This woman was literally rotting away in that bed and on palliative care, and yet she wouldn't give up sugar. She constantly came up with scheme after scheme to get her family members to bring her soda, or have it delivered to her in the nursing home.
One time she called up my friend of a friend, sobbing hysterically. She claimed that the caregivers at the nursing home were horribly abusing her and she needed him to come save her right now. Of course he immediately dropped everything he was doing and told her he was on her way. Then her crying stopped, and she asked him if he could bring her some Cokes when he came. Y'know, because since she was "going through so much," she needed a pick-me-up.
To nobody's surprise, she died later that year. I can easily envision Cuntal's end coming much the same way, though instead of manipulating her children to get her sugar hits, she'd guilt and rage her mother into it.
Even if she is FeLV+, there still is no fucking reason poor Timbit has to be stuck in James' room for the rest of her life. There is a very effective vaccine for FeLV available. But Cuntal refuses to get off her lumpy ass and take Sam and Bebejunes to the vet to get it. That's money she wouldn't be able to spend on food or Torrid hauls! It absolutely infuriates me, and I will accept all the top hats for that.
The last time she mentioned semi-specific numbers for her blood pressure--I think about a year and a half ago--I remember her saying that the systolic pressure was over 180. And that was 50-100 pounds ago! No way on GodBear's green earth is her blood pressure anything approaching normal now. Chantal lies.
As I've said before, I do think she went to the ER, but she was never admitted. She bitched about being made to wait 8 hours, after all. She doesn't have any IV marks or "sad in hospital bed" selfies because she never got an IV and never got a bed. She went there hoping to get both for sympathy points, and I'm sure it frustrated her to no end that the hospital had her number and denied her the attention. She can't show her discharge papers (if there are any) because they would prove that, and she can't milk getting antibiotics and then being shoved out the door for as much sympathy.
She absolutely went there to try to deflect from her latest shitshow, I agree with you on that. But since she didn't get admitted, she failed to do so.
Even with the vaccine, it's still not recommended for cats with FeLV to live with cats who are not infected, unfortunately. The feline leukemia virus is just too contagious and devastating to rely on vaccine efficacy. Even if a vaccine prevents 98% of transmission, that still isn't acceptable for co-housing. This could change in the future, though, because newer vaccines appear much more effective. FIV is different because it's difficult to transmit in a typical household environment.
Best Friends is a pioneer in FeLV+ rescue, and their information is better than anything I can say.
I fear I'm veering off-topic here, and I don't want to out myself as a cat sperg yet, but if you are looking for a cat, consider giving a Felvie a chance. I swear to Godbear, they somehow know that their chances of being saved were slim, and their behavior shows their appreciation for the person who rescued them. Like I said, fuck Peetz and Chantal for treating any cat the way they treat Timbit, but double fuck them if Timbit has FeLV.
P.S. Thank you for giving your time and love to rescue cats, especially ones with FeLV. One of my guys lived for 13 years, 8 of which were spent in a no-kill shelter with a devoted space for FeLV+ cats. I don't think he would have had nearly as long a life had the volunteers there not taken such amazing care of him. He only ended up there by chance; the pound where he was picked up had him scheduled for euthanasia once he tested positive.
Call me a cynic but I don't really feel she's sick of going to the ER, not with the hot doctor there anyway. She's probably already planning her second "date" already. So into her guys!
Really, though, how many PEs can one person survive? People in much better shape than Chantal have dropped dead unexpectedly from a single pulmonary embolism.
Taking herself? With a low INR & shortness of breath bad enough for her to notice, she should NOT be driving. What if she strokes out or has a heart attack?
At least with severe SOB, she won't have to worry about wait times.
I don't understand why she loves the ER all of a sudden when she wouldn't go there for her leg rashes, what like last week? And that was when the doctor told her to go. The chairs were too small.
Since there's not much to do but speculate Chantal's current state of being, I would like to take this time to remind you all again of Peetz incel rage about having a "dry spell" for "six years!!!". This implies he has slept with someone other than Chantal.
What I'm saying is, there's literally like one person who could spread the rape rumor. Probably.
On point. TMI but 20 years ago when I started as a CNA/CMA in HS, I had to care for only 1 deathfat in their 40s in a rural 200 bed facility. I know a youngin' who does the same job at the same age in the same facility, and the deathfat in their 40s count has risen to 10. More and more, deathfats on medicaid are just being slapped into the nearest skilled nursing facility that opens up, be it primarily elderly people or not, and given a good Doc Gnome style diet and a big, huge, massive, rolling dose of shame. Medicaid often does not cover bariatric surgeries, so we're looking at the old fashioned circus freak treatment, no cushy in-home assistance forever for that SES of deathfat. In Canada, I assume the beautiful First Nations/Inuit tradition of senicide on a nice ice floe is being physician-recommended for Chantal because she refuses to do anything else to stop being such a national fucking burden.
If Chantal ever gets admitted to a nursing home, I see her being a 2 assist. Meaning 2 people will have to roll her fat ass onto a bedpan, one to hold her and the other wipes her ass. Two people using the Hoyer machine on her to get her up. Two people having to help transfer her because she can no longer bear weight. Those poor CNAs backs, RIP.
Reminds me of a oldie but goodie: the time she pretended to try some Halo Top for the first time on film. Yet, before she took a bite, she already had some ice cream in the corner of her mouth, lol fatass. I wanted to post a screenshot here but the video has since been deleted.
Maybe her mom will pull a Chantal and make her wait two hours before bringing her. You know, like they did grams while she was just recently struggling to breathe.
I don't know if she's an outright munchie, but she definitely knows what's going to get her the most, and most prompt, attention at the ER. And if not from the ER, from her idiot fans who might not be outright munchies, but who definitely know that shortness of breath is not to be trifled with. Call me cynical.
Also, I'd like to know if she got her INR numbers from a home test or if the lab called her with results from a PT test taken earlier at the ER/by order of her GP/whatever. If it's the latter, I wonder if they were running the PT test to check for liver function or just for the clots. Assuming there's a lick of truth in anything she says (I know, I know) and reading between the lines a bit, her liver is just about boxed, so... Just curious if she's conflating tests results here and/or if they did a whole liver panel.
Again: Stupid liars are the worst. It's really impossible to tell what's actually going on with them.
I don't understand why she loves the ER all of a sudden when she wouldn't go there for her leg rashes, what like last week? And that was when the doctor told her to go. The chairs were too small.
Could be panic because she's insane and doesn't really think things through ever. What I think is more likely is this, and keep in mind that Chantal loves two things almost as much as calories. The first is shifting reasonability onto someone else no matter the cost, box mountain is a prime example of this. The second is attention, which the ER is obligated to give her. This is not uncommon among hags who often utilize multiple resources to sit and get told by doctors that "no there's no emergency here have some drug or something and go home". Happens a lot in the states when hicks want prescriptions for drugs but the desire for attention is often prevalent too. Steven Assanti is a good example.
One of my guys lived for 13 years, 8 of which were spent in a no-kill shelter with a devoted space for FeLV+ cats. I don't think he would have had nearly as long a life had the volunteers there not taken such amazing care of him. He only ended up there by chance; the pound where he was picked up had him scheduled for euthanasia once he tested positive.
