Following an appointment last week, the team put their heads together again yesterday and have decided to temporarily deactivate my husband from the transplant register until review in September. My mind just doesn't know what to think - its been dragged up and down so many times -nothing is ever certain.
My husband is only 42, he is a father, business owner and can't get out of bed most days until mid day. He hangs right in the balance of being too well for transplant - yet too sick to live a normal life. His body is still relying on medication to keep it functioning, he's still living on warfarin, he's just had another drug added to the list which I see as a progression. He has been prescribed Rifaxomin now, because they think this might help with his lethargy and fatigue.
However,they went over the statistics of risks with transplant again too,and I have to agree that the prospect of a life with a poorly husband is better than the risk of no husband. ...they said they are basically undecided whether its the right thing, so therefore want to suspend him for a while and see what happens.
So for the first time since he got poorly,I feel like we have no, or very little hope. Yet I don't wish him to be worse,and I'm terrified of the statistics they gave me. My heads just spinning round and round.
We are trying to plan a trip away, but it's really worrying me because the reality is he just can't manage a normal full day.
We are desperately trying to view this as positive, and welcoming the break from the strain on our mental health of being active on the transplant list for 18months - 3 false alarms etc. i just feel so sad when dayto day things arise and we have to decline them,or alter other plans so that we can accept.weve had to give up so much, and it's so hard for us all , especially 3kids we have still young. If we were 70 and retired I would welcome this, but were not, we're young,with young kids.
Don't anyone out there think that transplant is the easy route out of Liver disease......its a hard, hard journey.
xx