Chucho came to us from one of my colonies: at the PayDay loan parking lot in San Pablo. (there was a safe haven area around there) He always came to greet me and loved to be touched. He had 'stud tail', an infection of the sebaceous glands there. For those two reasons I brought him home. Dr. Han fixed the tail but he started losing weight.
His His blood work was normal in all respects. His chiropractic exam showed little amiss. But he had lost two pounds in five months; something was wrong. We had neglected to test for (the rare) toxoplasmosis (spoiler).
He lost his appetite, and became wobbly, and weak, mainly on the left side. He got acupuncture, yet became immobilized within a week. Two doctors figured it was likely a tumor or such in the cerebellum causing his neurological symptoms. He had a great homeopath weigh in, to no avail, and two communicators.
He became paralyzed to the extent that he could not swallow, his muscles got stiff, and he went into the extended neck position which (usually) precedes death by hours or a day. We got out the flowers and candles, and called his friend Darla to say farewell to him.
However: at this point the eyes go blank and dilate, and there is no more vision. This did not happen. His mind was "there". I panicked. He had not eaten in almost three weeks by then; I had fed him by syringe till he could no longer swallow). I did not know what to think or do. Not dying??. I was frightened. I have a friend with ALS who is paralyzed, save for his eyes and a bit of his face, but keeping a cat alive on a respirator and feeding tube seemed not doable.
I finally thought to call the wise Gail Pope, of BrightHaven sanctuary in Santa Rosa. "Have you ever had such a case?" Gail has been doing hospice care for over twenty-five years. "Yes", she said! And referred me to a telepath in England who had "nailed it" many times in difficult medical situations.
I called this woman, and she opened the door for us both...bless her a thousand times. She told me how he was feeling, and recommended colloidal silver and gold in a two-to-one ratio.
This is the condensed version, but soon the English telepath told me, and it became obvious, that something in his brain had 'resolved'. His head no longer felt "fizzy" as he had put it to her, and he very slowly regained movement. His muscles relaxed. I stopped the pain medicine. Dr. Reed had recommended it mainly for the pain resulting from having his neck extended so far back for so long.
He had told July, the English angel, that "if there's a chance for me, I want to grab it", and grab he did.
Slowly, he healed, regained mobility, became able to stand, and started to eat. !!! I just watched in awe.
We have had many many angels helping Chucho. Friend Connie, who is close to God, prayed and is praying, July the English communicator sending healing energy and LOVE, and Chucho never giving up.
We finally did a test for toxoplasmosis, which can attack the nervous system in rare cases, and it proved positive. But by this time he was so well along in his healing process, it was decided not to treat with the usually recommended antibiotic. I was advised, and agreed, that we should just get out of his way, and not overwhelm his still-fragile system.
Today our boy Chucho, Chucho MUCHO, is enjoying the outside, and making it a point to visit all possible beds and spots he loved and loves. I'm just filled with gratitude, and love for him and all the angels who have brought him to health again. Cats Marlowe and Rose helped him too, and little Lorelai here in the foreground.