Party Girl Who Wishes She Could Change The Past
I was a heavy drinker all my life. Now, I am terminal. I come from a family of heavy drinkers and my grandpa lived to be 92. The thought of cirrhosis never entered my mind. I recently had warning signs that something was wrong; my nose bled, bruises were all over my body and I would regurgitate almost anything, even water. I went for as long as 2 weeks without eating because food was disgusting to me. One Sunday night in April, I could feel a sense of something bad coming. I knew I was going to the hospital so I took a shower, packed a bag and called my Mom for a ride. I was only in the ER for 3 minutes, when I had a Gran Mal Tonic Clonic seizure in front of my mother and the doctor's. My abdomen was so distended with ascites that everyone thought I was pregnant. After some blood work, CT scans and ultrasound, a doctor told me that I had advanced cirrhosis and had a 30% chance to live for 5 more years. That's it. No hope for recovery. They did a paricentesis to aspirate some fluid from my abdomen and pulled 15 kilos on the first go round. The ascites has come back which is a sign that my liver is not functioning at all. I lost my job just prior ro my diagnosis, and I have no health insurance. I don't qualify for state help because I don't have any children. I am single and would have been homeless had my brother not stepped up and moved me into his home. I don't know how I will receive the medical care I need without insurance and don't know what to do. I feel so hopeless.