10:11am
Good morning friends! I have decided to wake with positivity and joy. And also I am hiding a bat behind my back in case the doctors give me any shit. I call this the Aunt Ginny method of dealing with fellow doctors.
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2:00pm
We talked to the docs and got information about a liver transplant. N is thinking it over. The biggest worries health-wise are his strength and his lung health, both of which are good but could be better.
The liver he has is not going to get better.
Cystic fibrosis has allowed his liver to fill with gunk, and that’s caused cirrhosis and fatty liver disease. It’s giving out.
It doesn’t happen to everyone with CF but at least in the past part of that was because they died of bad lungs first.
I have way too many emotions to even let them in the door so I’m riding this all as “it is what it is”.
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7:24pm
How long have I been going to the hospital now? The parking garage attendant said good night and have fun feeding the dogs because he recognizes me.