Hi my name is Brian I'm 42 right now . When I was 40 I was diagnosed with liver disease cirrhosis. I started drinking alcohol in highschool and in my 20s got a lot worse as time went on. The day after i got out of the hospital, which they took out 3 liters of fluid out of my stomach ,I stop drinking and smoking cigarettes . I started taking the water pills and low sodium diet and just Tee spoon of salt here and there . On my 6 month checkup , ultrasound came up cirrhosis, but blood results came out better then before and I was feeling better and no ascites and vein was ok . After about 8 months I started to get stronger and energy was getting better so I got a membership at the gym and started lifting weights and running and stair master . My second visit it's been 1 year and 2 months. All blood results came out normal and no cancer . Ultrasound showed evidence of fatty liver and not cirrhosis. And now I don't take water pills and feel great again and healthy. My advise to anyone is to stay positive, believe in yourself, stop drinking immediately , and all bad habits, and once you start feeling better , exercise, diet and is huge to become better . Anything is possible if you believe In yourself , please never give up . You can do it don't listen to all the negativity the Internet says . I hope I help someone out there .Soon I will be getting my personal trainer certificate, and professional nutrition certificate, and want to help people with liver disease..
A Twist of Fate:
My older brother Paul was put on dialysis in 2012. He's my older brother and always looked after me and my 2 younger brothers when we were growing up.
When he was told he needed a kidney transplant. I offered to be his living donor. So Early May 2013, I got myself ready to be in the best health I could be to give him a good kidney. I needed to lose weight. I joined the YMCA where I swam laps. I actually got up to 1 mile a day 6 days a week. I ate healthy meals I joined a weekly Zumba class. I was making good progress and feeling good. Just 7 months later, December 2013 I had lost 96 pounds and I could see my goal in sight.
It was 2 days before Christmas, I woke up with the flu. Paul had dialysis that day and wanted to stay home to take care of me. I talked him into going to dialysis that day and promised I would take care of myself.
I stayed in bed all day just feeling lousy. Right before Paul came home to check on me I took a shower trying to feel better. About 5 minutes after he came home I got nauseous and reached for a styrofoam cup, a large 32oz cup I threw up blood. Enough blood to fill that cup just about to the brim. I was in shock and so was Paul. Poor Paul ended up taking me to the ER that night. That's the night I was told I couldn't be a kidney donor for my brother because I had end stage liver disease and I needed a liver transplant. I couldn't believe it, I wasn't a drinker or smoker or did any drugs or anything that I knew of that would give me liver disease. I found out later it was my weight that damaged my liver.
I eventually was put on the waiting list for a liver transplant in March 2015, and I was blessed enough to receive my second chance February 11th, 2016.
A generous person in Texas gave me the chance to live. I thank her and her family for today and everyday
Damon and I met in 1989 and fell in love instantly. We were both young teenagers so we went our separate ways but got together, exclusively in 1996. He was my soulmate. We did everything together. We had two kids together. He was diagnosed with end stage liver disease in 2015. When he was first diagnosed, I spent countless hours researching everything that I could find out that would help me take care of him better. I found some wonderful liver disease support groups during this time that would turn out to be so very beneficial.
The cause of Damon’s liver disease was alcoholic cirrhosis. Damon had quit drinking about a week before his diagnosis. He had tried to quit in the months prior to by going to different inpatient rehab facilities but none of them were the right fit for him. He finally found one that worked and after he completed a 40 day inpatient program, he came home. He was excited about slowing the progression of the disease by continuing to remain sober.
He saw his first gastroenterologist about his liver disease in October 2015. This doctor told him that since he had stopped drinking then the liver would most likely repair itself. I inquired about the ultrasound done in August and the fact that it showed scarring of the liver. The doctor assured me that the liver is the only organ in the body that has the unique ability to repair itself and can still function when the majority of it is damaged. He made a six month follow up appointment. When Damon went back to see him, he had started to develop ascites and cellulitis. At this time, his current gastroenterologist told Damon that his liver disease was in the end stage, which is what I questioned during our first office visit, but that there was nothing else that this doctor could do for him. He told him to go immediately to our state’s only transplant hospital and go to the ER and request to see the transplant doctor. We did this and they admitted Damon for ascites and cellulitis and said they would set him up to be evaluated for transplant in the months to come.
He spent the next phase, going through all the testing. He passed all the tests, had all the doctors sign off, lost weight, and even had teeth extracted. However, he could not physically handle going to three AA meetings a week. He went to one a week. He was physically deteriorating and had frequent bouts with hepatic encephalopathy. At this stage in his disease, he was unable to get the doctor to prescribe him medication for adequate pain relief and his insurance wouldn’t cover the prescription for Xifaxan. I begged the social worker on the transplant team to please work with him, on more than one occasion. His last drink was August 3rd, 2015 and he started the pre-transplant evaluation process in September of 2016. I asked the social worker on the transplant team, if the hospital would do blood or urine tests but she wouldn’t budge. So, after all that time, money, and energy had been placed into getting Damon evaluated for the list, he received a letter in the mail stating that he was no longer being considered to be placed on the transplant list at their hospital but was free to try another transplant hospital. He was upset but just saw it as another setback.Read more
The picture was taken June 2018. My hubby and I are about to be 55. It’s hard to believe that in the past 11 months I was diagnosed with cirrhosis, diagnosed with HCC, had 3 surgeries and about to have a 4th, been admitted 4 times to hospital for non surgical reasons and in the ER 17 times. I’ve lost count of the number of CT scans, MRIs, ultrasounds, and other diagnostic Radiology tools. I don’t remember all my doctors names or even what their specialty is. I’ve gone from not being able to walk to the toilet from my bed to hiking to see a waterfall. I’m alive.
When I was first diagnosed, my doctor told me his goal was to get me to die of an old age other than Cirrhosis complications. I was severely decompensated, leaking 2-3 liters a day of ascites from a surgical incision, and didn’t have a clue. I was scared to death because of all the things I had found on Dr Google. I was ready to give up.
One of the things he really emphasized was to not pay attention to any statistics. There were things I needed to do to help my body heal...but he couldn’t do it without me really jumping in and owning what needed to happen. I had to cut my sodium intake to less than 2000mgs per day. I needed to cut out processed foods, focus on lean protein and plant based protein. Even though I don’t drink, no celebration drinks for anything. I needed to increase my activity in whatever way I could...even if it was lifting a soup can 10 times with each hand. He also asked me to listen to what he said and not be afraid to ask questions.
It’s been a year since diagnosis. Yes, there are still things I have to deal with every day...some days more than others. And this disease is never far from my mind. Every thing I do or don’t do impacts it. I do constantly have a running calendar in my head of my doctors appointments and test dates. Due to being diagnosed with HCC in May and had an Ablation last week, everything is slightly increased in speed. I see my Hepatologist every three months and have blood work and CT scans every three months. Every day my breakfast appetizer is a handful of pills that keep the symptoms at bay.
It doesn’t matter what the cause of your Cirrhosis is. Mine is from NASH...but it could also be left over damage from being a hardheaded college kid who liked to party too much 35 years ago...or from being a teenager who liked “speed” a bit too much to get through what life had dealt me. We all have a past. Sometimes it’s yesterday. Sometimes it’s 50 years ago. Our past doesn’t define us.
You matter. Your story matters...even if you’re not ready to share it...it’s still important.
My story isn’t done yet. It’s being written everyday. Someday, not soon, there will be a finishing period to my story. But not yet. I’m going to live! How about you?
Posted with Micki's permission:
I think the doctors are just really learning about this beast!! I had a procedure and my liver was biopsied (unbeknownst to me- but luckily records included info) and when I started getting sick- my docs were able to investigate my history and access my records and saw what the problem was.... I was not once notified of the biopsy or results. I went back to the dr that performed it to ask why he failed to notify me- he said there was no reason to bc there is no cure!! I could’ve turned things around- this is going to be one of the fastest growing medical issues over the next 10 years!! These docs better get in the know!!!
I have been Type II Diabetic for about 20 years. I am 55 years old now. I have had terrible struggles with keeping it under control as I have always had a food addiction.
Also, at age 42, I had triple bypass heart surgery. I blame that on hereditary and on uncontrolled diabetes. My other health issues include thyroid disease, celiac disease, and now cirrhosis of the liver. Mom had cirrhosis and was not a drinker. She did not take care of herself and passed from it at age 79. I believe she wanted to die.
Many, many years ago, my doctor informed me that I had a fatty liver. He did not seem concerned at all so I wasn't either.
Time moved on to the present. In February of 2017, I started feeling tired all of the time. All I wanted to do was sleep. I thought it was because we were moving into a brand new home and it was so much work. Then, out of nowhere, my ankles swelled up terribly with edema. I went to my regular PCP, and she told me it was because my blood sugar was high. She said when I got my blood sugar down, it would go away. The next day, it was worse. At that point, I could barely walk. I knew something was wrong. I decided to call my cardiologist. His nurse called me back immediately and told me to go to the emergency.Read more
Back in 2010, a surgeon went in to remove my gallbladder and came out with bad news: He was sure I had stage 4 liver disease.
This came as a shock. I didn't drink much. I had no symptoms of liver disease. In fact, I had hardly ever been sick.
In the weeks and months to pass, doctors performed blood tests, genetic tests and two liver biopsies, which provided conflicting information. One suggested my liver was healthy. Another said my liver was severely scarred. The blood work indicated that nothing was wrong, but then a hematologist diagnosed me as hemochromatosis — too much iron in my blood.
For the next couple of years, every time I went to the doctor I'd take my picture and I'd ask about my liver. I didn't know it then, but I didn't have hemochromatosis. I was, however, very sick — suffering from one of the most common diseases in the U.S.
It's an illness that is growing fast, strongly linked to the rise of the obesity epidemic. The medical term is nonalcoholic fatty liver disease (NAFLD). Doctors sometimes call it the silent killer.
I have cirrhosis and all of the research being done to find treatments makes me happy. However, the dirty secret is that there aren't enough clinical trial participants to do the studies required to bring them to us. If you want to try not to die of liver failure one thing you should consider is participating in trials.
We also need to educate people who have a silent liver disease. A good way to do that is to share your story. Put your story in the pool of people willing to help by telling personal stories by clicking on this link.
Im 2011 my liver enzymes and iron levels were three times higher than normal. I was seen by a gastroenterologist in Southaven, MS for two years. Every six months he kept say he was going to do a liver biopsy. After two years nothing was accomplished. I had no energy an no one could find an answer. I stopped going to the gastric doctor after two and a half years. I kept feeling horrible no energy and begin having dizzy spells. I had to go to the emergency room and the doctor said my platelets were low but it’s ok. About a month later I decided to go online and chart my labs. I noticed my platelets has been up and down and dropping lower over the last few years. I printed the charts out and made an appointment with my pcp to ask about my labs and why my platelets are low as well as other labs high and low. She looked over my chart and spoke with another doctor. She came in and said both didn’t like my labs results. She decided to call the West Cancer Clinic and made me an appointment and told me she is going to be surprised at what they find.
A week or so later I went to my appointment at the West Cancer Clinic. The hematologist took labs and ran test and came back into the room later stating he doesn’t think I have luekemia but beloved it is my liver. He called and made an appointment at a gastroenterologist the next day. I went for my visit and he made arrangements for an EGD and colonoscopy the next morning. The test showed esophageal varacies and had to remove three benign polyps from my colon. He stated he was making me an appointment to have a liver biopsy because people with esophageal varacies usually have Cirrohsis of liver. The doctor called me later the same day and stated he had a biopsy scheduled for the following morning.
A personal note about this story. Shelley Walker Myers is a heroine, and her journey through life is both cautionary and inspirational. As patient advocates, we deal with thousands of people who face the future in many different ways, but liver disease is hard because it is not managed well by the medical profession or society in a larger sense. Patients often fight battles that in hindsight they should not have had to and we so admire the human spirit that we often see coping with very difficult life journeys.
My story is long and complicated. In 2009 I went in for a gall bladder surgery and woke up to a team of liver doctors telling me in fact nothing was wrong with my gall bladder but I actually had end stage cirrhosis of the liver and was terminally ill! My meld at this time was 28! It started with my first doctor telling me until I lost the weight I had gained, not realizing why I was so sick, I could not meet with a transplant team! Long story short I lost enough to meet with them and the doctor told me in 2012 “Go home and live out the next five years the best you can”! I was told fatty liver was the cause of my disease.
When I was sent home to die by my first doctor I gave up on myself for awhile and stopped taking all of my meds even the mental health meds I am on for bipolar disorder! I just didn’t want to prolong the inevitable of dying! Well, HE and its fogginess and my bipolar/depression took over my life and all rationality was out the door! I was around the wrong type of people and ended up facing jail. That’s when I woke up and realized my life was still worth fighting for! Looking back now I feel like it was God stepping in and telling me He was not done with me yet!
My first doctor did nothing to truly help me! I had no idea about my disease or the things I needed to know! After talking to another patient, who I didn't even know, who was also going through it I realized I needed to do the research myself!