…and since it took four freakin months to get said appointment, you better believe I’m going to have a ton of questions for him.
In the research I’ve been doing on my condition, non alcoholic steatohepatitis or NASH, one thing has become very clear to me: I am one sick Stef. And, a lot of what I’ve been experiencing over the last 15 months (the fluid retention, bloating, the severe and crushing fatigue, the fuzzy headedness, etc.) are classic signs of liver disease. And if it’s as bad as the specialist told me when I was hospitalized in January, I just may need a transplant.
But I hope not.
I hope there’s some way to fix my condition without major league, life altering surgery. But I don’t want to die, either. I’m not done living yet!
So I’m going to fight. It will be the biggest fight of my life by far, and I will need the best non doctor people (i.e. friends & loved ones) in my corner.
If you think I’m scared now (and I am!), check back on Friday. I might be terrified then.
But I hope not.
As much as I want this to be a nightmare that I can wake up from, just waking up tomorrow will suffice for now.
It’s times like this that I wish I had a good man in my life to comfort me when I get scared, to be my cheerleader when my spirits are in the toilet, to make sure I do all the stuff that needs to be done to prepare for all this. But I don’t have one of those. What I have are men who say they care for me, but when push comes to shove, they are unable or unwilling to be there for (______fill-in-the-blank_____) reason(s).
So on Friday at 10am Central Daylight Time (plus or minus as appropriate for your time zone), say a little prayer for me. Because the gal sitting in the waiting room at Nazih Zudhi Transplant Institute (integristransplant.com) in Oklahoma City will really, really need them.
I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~