It's amazing to me how simultaneously unknown and common liver failure is in today's society. Every few days or so, I find myself explaining HE or liver failure to strangers in public. Completely random, and I don't preach on a soapbox, but when people hear my mother is essentially bedbound at such a young age, they naturally ask the nature of her disability. It never fails that someone walks right up to me with a story of their own; their mother, their sister, their friend, went through hell with liver disease. And they always nod at me, saying something like, "he was a like a different person", "the mood swings were so weird!", or, "it was horrible, what it did to her." And every one of them saw how it affected the family, not just the patient. So far, I had only been carrying small scraps of paper with this blog site on it. I'd give them a scrap and tell them to check it out. Now I have actual business cards. Yay. But the point is this: you are not alone. And neither are myself and my mother.
So welcome, new readers. Hello Trinda, who sells really fun jewelry. Hi random teenage girl from Staters, whose mother was gifted with a transplant just in time (isn't it always JUST in time?). For whatever reason, people don't comment, but I promise it's allowed. And if you want to share your story, feel free. And if you want to support liver research, take a walk with me and the American Liver Foundation at the San Diego Zoo in May. Just click the link at the top of the page to register. Can't wait to see you there. :)
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