We've had a fairly intense time recently and I'll try to backtrack and write some proper updates soon to let you know what has been happening.
So, I feel my hand has been forced, and that the only reasonable route is to take her for neurosurgery. This is scheduled for next month in London as this is the only place in the UK that the surgery is available. Although it is a commonplace treatment option in humans there are only 21 cats who have had this surgery so far with 18 surviving it. These are not ideal odds but she is only going to get sicker. Providing Magic survives the surgery and immediate post-operative period the outlook is that she will return to either not needing insulin or be managed as a 'normal' type two diabetic on small doses of insulin. She has had her pre-operative assessment in Glasgow this week and though she has some liver and renal issues she is as fit as she can be until the root of the problem is dealt with Obviously I have lots of jumbled feelings about this, and quite a few I am trying to suppress, but I will try to share our journey with you.
Recently he's been coming up to sleep on my lap when I am watching TV to enjoy a snuggle and he particularly likes his hand held as he goes to sleep. He first did this when Magic was in ITU at the vet hospital last year as he slept at the top of my pillow and wriggled about until I took his proffered paw and only then did he settle and sleep. Funnily enough jumbo fluffy paw holding seems to make me nod off too.
The rollercoaster of life simply hasn't slowed and all we can do is hang onto each other and hope the destination is worth the journey!