On May 7, 2012 surgeons opened me up and put in a piece of my sons liver to replace my own diseased liver. Without a transplant my death was certain.
Readers of this blog know the emotions that I went through. Anxiety. Nervousness. Terror. Fear. Hope.
I like to research things. So I’m one of those guys who is not going to things blindly. I read tons and tons of materials from people who had transplants and felt remarkably better instantly.
But on a personal note, stay away from Google random searches when researching on the Internet. You will find plenty of sites that scare the crap out of you. For me, I learned to quickly stay to Mayo Clinic, Lahey Clinic and other respective websites.
I guess logically somewhere I knew it would be a struggle recuperating after surgery. But no one wants to focus on that. Today it’s all I can focus on.
I’m now 20 days post surgery. For the most part I only need narcotics now every 6 to 8 hours. I’m able to get up and walk on my own, sit up and do some of the basic necessities myself. Taking more than three walks a day is now a major victory. Four walks today is my goal.
I now have maybe five hours a day being lucid and alert and not dozing. The rest of the time I’m dozing having trouble focusing.
My most recent blood tests show my liver numbers to be near-perfect doing just what it should be doing. Josh gave me a 50% portion of his liver. My new liver is now working to grow to complete size. Josh’s liver has probably already regenerated to 80% of full size. He is riding a bike. Swinging golf club. He is going a little crazy with boredom.
My current battle is with solid foods and my appetite. I am supposed to be eating between 100 and hundred and 20 g of protein a day. It’s like I’ve had gastric bypass surgery, my stomach just can’t hold as much as it used to.
One thing I had no way of predicting … now I pray. Don’t get me wrong, I prayed before. But now my prayers are somehow different, somehow deeper, somehow more intimate. Granted, sometimes they’re driven by pain that has me also weeping and gritting my teeth.
I think before that my prayer was more focused on “God give me things for you .” I think most of my prayers had a mutual benefit clause. Does that even make sense?
I’m no saint. Be sure you don’t misunderstand that. I still pray plenty of prayers for myself, “Lord take this pain, give me a rest, help me sleep,” etc. etc.
But there’s a level of prayer beyond those prayers as I approach God for my nieces Stephanie and Becca, nephews Jamie and Jason. I don’t pray that they go to church someplace or park their bottom in a pew each week and doze. I just long for them to seek after Jesus , the Jesus I know.
I find myself praying for each of their children and their families. I don’t pray for stuff, like gimme gimme gimme… I just pray for them.
I pray for students recent and older. For Rob and Michelle, Joe and Missy, Ben and his wife, John and Carrie, Carrie and Steve, and so many others. I pray for more recent students Jeremy, Annie, Hannah, Kelsey, Amanda, Joe, James, David, Colby, Scott, Michael, Josh, Brian, Emily, Anna, Sam, Laura and list goes on and on. What do I pray for? I don’t even know. But I pray.
I hope my blog posts become more frequent as I become more lucid. I’ve got a lot of stories to tell. I hope to be able to remember all of them.
Mom’s and dad’s? Please. I beg you. Make this summer your new beginning. Your family needs you. Get that physical, dump the “on a diet” mentality. I weighed 306 in 2008. in January 2009 was when I made my decision to lose weight. I couldn’t keep up with my family at Disney World.
It took about a year and a half for me to lose 70 pounds. But I had a doctor tell me while I was in the hospital for my transplant that had I still weighed that amount, the transplant would probably not be impossible. Obesity makes EVERY surgery much more dangerous.
PLEASE stop now. Smart phone http://www.loseit.com was all I needed with a goal of 1 pound a week.