I’m extremely nervous about writing this post, because I fear as may be called a fool, but I’ve decided to face the fear anyway in the hope that I might find some help, and that someone might be kind enough to at least try to offer me a word or two of encouragement.
First of all, I’ve been extremely stupid. I’m 64, and I’ve enjoyed far more alcohol than I should should throughout my life.
I had a ‘bit of a scare’ 5 years ago when I had a few pains and a bit of discomfort around my liver, and hospital tests confirmed a very slight sliver of fat (in my liver) which had been the probable cause of my discomfort.
I’ve had a lifelong problem with health anxiety, and to get to that diagnosis, I had to live through weeks of fear and trepidation before the liver scan appointment at St James’ Hospital, Leeds, was to finally shine a light on the actual problem.
From that point on, I pledged to lose some weight and try to improve my diet - which I did - and to try to get fitter, which I also did, albeit that it took me around three years before I did that when I finally started on a new exercise routine which was largely based round running.
From being around 2st overweight - at around 14st - I started to work toward completing a 5k goal and a weight loss programme to bring me down to around 12st. I reached that on 2 occasions, though I had a lay-off of around 9 months before I started on my most recent attempt around 2 or 3 weeks ago.
Despite all the ‘good things’ I’ve done, I still liked to have a drink, and have been drinking around 10-12 bottles of beer a week during that time,
I realise now that I have been kidding myself that this particular amount of alcohol was safe, but I accept now that it isn’t.
Despite the fact that I have a relatively happy life, a steady enough job (would you believe in the NHS?) and a good relationship with a lovely girl (a non drinker), I have still felt the need of a ‘crutch’ at certain times, and have been all too ready to use alcohol to provide this ‘service’ for me.
In the past two or three weeks - and curiously at at time when I have just signed up with a proper running club - I have experienced a slight soreness in the area around my liver, and as this has radiated through to my back on a number of occasions, I am now terrified that something is terribly wrong, and that I may have cirrhosis or liver cancer - the latter of which killed my father although, especially cruelly, he had never been a drinker.
I have booked an appointment with my GP next Tuesday afternoon, and am extremely frightened as to what he might have to say. I feel sure that he will refer me again to St James’, which means weeks and weeks of anxious waiting before a probably certain diagnosis that something is irretrievably wrong.
I looked up the symptoms of cirrhosis and liver cancer on both the NHS and British Liver Trust websites, and could only tick 3 of them (out of a total of around 15) as being particularly applicable to me, but I am still extremely frightened due to the fact that the current soreness will soon be entering its third week, all of which makes me feel that it might be here to stay.
Could anyone offer me any hope at all that my situation might still be retrievable, and is there anything I could latch a bit of hope to in order to combat my terrible anxiety over all of this? I am now having sleepless nights because of the worry, and am struggling to do my job because of fear, so any help that you could offer at all would be very gratefully received.
Thank you for taking the time to read up to this point.
PS...I forgot to add that a recent round of routine blood tests - including LFT - all came back as normal, and whilst from reading various posts, I know that very few people on this Forum seem to set much store by them, I suppose they were done for a reason and tha the GP, at least, seems to think they matter somewhere along the line...
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