Let’s just get down to it. Remember a couple of posts ago when I said I wasn’t feeling well again and I had to make a trip back to Virginia to check in with my doctor? I did that. After him telling me on the initial visit that he wasn’t sure why I wasn’t feeling well because everything looked good (surprise, surprise), I asked him to at least run another blood panel on me while I was there. The next day I got a call early in the morning saying, uh, yeah, you are NOT looking good. So a couple weeks and many blood tests, body scans, and one particularly fun liver biopsy later, yup, my body is rejecting Oliver. Did I ever mention we call my new liver Oliver? If not, that is a story for another time.

So, here I sit in the infusion room while writing this post. Yes, they are giving me a 12 day intravenous supply of strong steroids to try and get Oliver and the rest of my body to play nice again. Hopefully that will do the trick and I won’t have to go back on the transplant list and do that nightmare all over again. I’m telling you, being gutted like a fish was hard enough the first time. I’m not at all thrilled with the prospect of doing it again.

And if this post wasn’t depressing enough, during all the blood testing they found out I had a high PSA level which is an indicator for prostate cancer. I have an appointment with a Urologist next Tuesday to take a look at that. However, seeing as how prostate cancer runs in my family (Dad, and four uncles, two of which died from it), I am pretty sure that will be a BING BING on the old finger up the butt test. Nature is hitting me on two fronts now.

Sorry for all the moroseness, but I knew a few of you wanted to know what was going on. Please keep me in your thoughts if you would. I’ll check back in with all you beautiful people later.

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