Blog 10 - Random Blog Post 1
My father had a liver transplant three months ago. I cannot believe that it has been three months already. It has been three months since my father was given another chance at life, another chance to be a father, a husband. Another chance to just be a person. My father was given an estimate that there was a 50% chance he would have died in a month given the current state of his liver disease. This was a statistic I somehow wasn’t ready for. All I remember growing up was the constant fear I felt for my father's life. The first thing I would do when I came home from school everyday was make sure that he was still breathing. So why did this time carry more weight? Why did this statistic shatter my world? At this point my father has been sober for several years, but had been carrying the weight of his consequences in the form of a liver disease. I just don’t think any of us had realized how bad it had gotten until the last month leading to the procedure. It all happened so quickly. He...