I qualified for transplant about 6 week s ago and have since been called twice which I understand is pretty good going. I was called at half past ten on Monday evening and rushed upto Kings 20 minutes later. The nursing team instantly went to work with ECG , obs and blood tests etc.. one of the transplant coordinators came and saw me and said that a liver was on it's way and if all ok then I would be taken to theatre very soon. Then at the 11th hour a member of the surgical team came onto my ward and said a biopsy had been undertaken and the donar liver deemed to fatty so transplant would not go ahead. I was / Am gutted as I thought this was it. Talk about how to experience a roller coaster of emotions in one fail swoop along with a feeling of numbness and exhaustion. I left the hospital bidding goodbye and thankyou to all concerned, walked to Denmark Hill and jumped on a train home. When home my wife and I had a long talk and shed a few tears over what had just happened. I laid down on the bed and drifted into slumber land with everything that had happened going around in my head.
I think I'm extremely fortunate to be called twice in such a short space of time and sure my time will come soon.