I am a liver transplant patient. I received my liver in October 2019. It has been a year and a half since my transplant. I was so scared about not getting a liver, and passing before my two boys grew up. I was angry that I would miss them being adults. I knew that the only choice I had was to get a transplant.
I only had to wait five months before a deceased donor had one to give. I felt awful about this person’s family and their suffering. I am truly blessed by them beyond words. Their loss became my saving grace, and I am eternally grateful. I wake up every morning knowing I have a second chance and I don’t t take that lightly. Every pain, every sickness, and battle I fight is strongly fought. I am a “transplant warrior” and I continue to fight for my recovery.
I am grateful to God and all who participated in my donation, months of prep, surgery, and recovery. They are ALL superheroes. THANK YOU.