When I was 11, I was diagnosed with PSC and told I’d one day need a transplant. For ten years after that diagnosis I was relatively healthy but still listed for a transplant. As time passed and I grew up, the thought and worry of a transplant became less compelling. My body felt fine and my mind fell into the trap of thinking that’s how my condition would remain. I never let my liver disease get in my way and was married ten years later to my high-school sweetheart. Unfortunately, in 2008, my condition quickly deteriorated and the need for a transplant became much more acute. In the span of three months at the end of that year, I was hospitalized four times and turned jaundice and weak. To complicate matters, my wife and I found out we were pregnant with twins due January 2010. Our joy and excitement were dulled by the fact that we knew I needed a life-saving transplant. On September 16th, 2009 a wonderful family decided to give the gift of life and donate a liver to me. It’s a gift I thank them for every day. Three months later, my wife and I had a beautiful boy and girl and a happy, healthy family.
Last updated on July 11th, 2022 at 04:10 pm