Hello Cora,
On the edge of life...Good way to describe it!!!! I was diagnosed in Nov of 2004 with acute alcoholic liver failure. It started with me passing out, then finding out my ammonia levels had shot up over 200. Then I began to gain weight...fast. I would gain 10 lbs in a matter of 3 days. After consulting my Gastroenterologist, I began paracenthesis and thoracenthesis to remove large amounts of fluid from my abdomen and upper thoracic region. I must have gone throug 15 of these procedures about every two weeks. them my body began to react to touch...everytime I touched somethin or rubbed against something, my skin became blackened in much the same manner as a black and blue mark..only worse. I had wounds that would not heal and started to bleed profusely. My entire body became blackened with bruise marks. Whan a band aid or dressing were put on my wounds, my skin would peed off when the dressings were changed. Towards the end, I developed a herniated belly button and fluid began leaking through. I was life flighted to the University of Pennsylvania Hospital in Critical condition where I waited to either get a tranplant or ...Die! Fortunately for me, my blood type(A ) was a good match I was about 2 days away from certain death when I received word I was being transplanted the next morning. Soon after, my body began to heal, my organ was performing very well, and I was on the road to recovery.
During my recoup in the hospital I began having a lot of emotional issues, Hallucinations..etc. I attribute those episodes to high doses of Prograf, Prednisone, and Cellcept. Believe me when I tell you that Hallucinations(to me) seemed very real. I was seeing people coming out of the walls, seeing dead relatives over my bed..etc. I had to go on risperdal while in recovery, get visits from a psychiatrist to get over those episodes. I was extremely violent to all those who loved me and came to visit. I got to the point where I was telling my wife and my children not to visit me because I knew that I would say something or do something to hurt them...and I could not control it! After 3 weeks of recovery in the hospital those feeling left, my personality changed for the btter and I was finally ready to go home! I haven't touched any form of alcohol since June of 2004, and I did it without counselling, without the AA! I really believe I cured myself by being Scared to Death of Dying! There is much more I could tell about why I bacame an alcoholic, but it would take up too much time to explain. At any rate, it is 5 years later, I an doing extremely well, and am on minimum doses of Antirejection meds. So Cora, there you have it....Life...once again is good!!!!