My Liver Transplant: a second chance
When I was diagnosed with a rare biliary disease in 2004, I never would have imagined that nine years later I would be waiting to find an organ donor. Yet by September 2013, my first thought every day was whether or not this would be the day. Every time I heard about a suicide or heard about a local death, my thoughts were on whether they were my blood type, were they an organ donor? On September 25th 2013 I did get the call, after six months of waiting I received a successful liver transplant.
As a three years old I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis/Crohns, a painful intestinal bowel disease. I spend most of my child hood being told I would die at an early age or need an invasive surgery to keep cancer at bay. Despite these projections, for thirty years life ticked on, my health neither better nor worse than any other wild child who definitely liked to break the rules. It was in my early thirties that I began to feel less well physically. I was a creative director at the time and was traveling frequently from my home in the Netherlands to Austria, Finland and other parts of the globe. Blood work concluded that my liver was not functioning normally, and eventually I was diagnosed with Primary Schlerosing Cholangitis. The prognosis was that I would have end-stage liver failure within ten years. For me, that equated to death, and I went through a crisis, trying to come to grips with my decline in health, and at the same time deciding what I wanted to do with my life. How was I relating to the world I lived in and the people around me? What was my purpose?
I decided that for me, relationships were the most fascinating aspect of life. How we relate to ourselves, and to other. I wanted to make a difference in people’s lives, to somehow make the world a better place by helping people to feel better. I made a change of careers to follow my passion for yoga and healing touch. I became a yoga teacher, thai masseur, craniosacral therapist, and eventually I went on to become a Rolfer. Despite changing my work, diet and lifestyle, my health declined steadily after giving birth to my son in 2010. I succumbed to the disease, and for once, the medical prognosis was accurate. After several agonizing months in liver failure, I was placed at the top of the transplant list. Six months later I was blessed to find a donor and undergo a miraculous, complicated surgery. In a sense, this is where the story begins, as often times we take for granted the undercurrents of traumatic situations such as this one that can take longer for the heart and mind to resolve than for the body to integrate.
My gratitude to my organ transplant donor and her family is boundless; I have been given a second chance to see my son grow up and enjoy the wonders that life has to offer. I never thought I would see the day when I could see the whites of my eyes clearly and sleep through the night without being woken up by itchy skin or pain in my torso. I have kept a blog of my journey from illness through recovery that is accessible via the side bar on this page.
I also encourage all readers to become a donor in your country. It takes a minute and saves lives. You never know what your own fate holds, or those of your loved ones. Change lives. Dare to care and become a donor.