It was my birthday! Wooo!
I love birthdays. I am now officially 28 years old, which is just so cool.
I remember when I was a kid and thinking about how far away those numbers were, and now I am here. I don’t know why but I find that so cool. And now, at the age of 28 I look at numbers such as 50 and think about how far away they are. How cool will it be to be them? So cool.
But, will I get to be them? It’s odd, at the age of 28, to be contemplating my own mortality.
A liver transplant is a big operation with lots of things that can go wrong. It’s the kind of operation where they don’t just give you survival statistics, they break it down for you:
Liver transplant survival statistics
The overall 1-year survival rate of liver transplant recipients who receive an organ from deceased donor exceeds 86%, with 5-year survival rates almost 72%
There is no exact model to predict survival rates; however, those with transplant have a 58% chance of surviving 15 years.
Then you have all the medication I get put on afterwards, which could cause a reaction. Or I get an infection that I can’t fight off.
And that is just assuming I get a liver. It’s possible that I may not.
I am still waiting on the transplant coordinators getting in contact to let me know when my assessment is. The referral went to them 3 weeks ago today.
It’s possible that I may get on the list but a liver doesn’t come up in time.
But I am trying to push all of that thinking out of my head. Why dwell on that. I would rather dwell on where I am going to take Joe on our honeymoon when I get better.
So, while my mind occasionally wanders to possible end-case scenarios, you’ll probably mostly find me thinking about birthday presents and holidays.