Liver

Wednesday morning I had a liver biopsy.  They are testing for autoimmune hepatitis.  It is strange because thinking about the procedure and the anticipation was worse than the doctor actually sticking me with the needle to pull a piece of my liver out.  I felt no pain and that is account of the numbing medication and mild sedation I was under.  I feel like my life is on hold; I do not know how to get better or to be better.  Part of this is psychological because I never knew anything was wrong until August of 2015.  I am taking one day at a time and doing the best that I can do.







I caught up with J yesterday. Every time we see each other we pick up where we left off.  It is so nice to hear about his life and how he is doing but he also has known me the longest and probably understands me the best (almost).  I love him and I am grateful for him.  Thank you for being my friend.