After six months of battling the bottle after falling off the wagon through stress (I really don't cope very well with stress due to anxiety issues) I'm almost dry - or at least getting there. Being wpileptic, I was advised that it's potentially fatal for me to just stop - which is what I initially wanted to do - but I'm now down to a bottle or less an evening, and have rediscovered my love for elderflower cordial and Chinese loose leaf tea.
I'm not going to allow myself to be taken over by cirrhosis again, especially not now that life is on the upturn for both my husband and myself. I'm going to keep fighting, and have decided to take future blood test results telling me my liver is healthy with a pinch of salt: it almost killed me once and it easily could kill me in the future if blood results make me lax about taking care of my health.
To those of you still struggling, keep fighting!