Living On Borrowed Time.

I interviewed my ex-spouse/dear friend J, to see my story through his eyes. J had a front seat for my health crisis. In some ways, I’m blessed I have no memory of anything that happened. My loved ones have the scars of watching me hover close to death, with a small chance of survival. J, not only provided commentary about what took place, but I also heard the emotion in his voice as he revisited moments that altered both of our lives.

Over the weekend, Danni’s eyes were still jaundice, so we went to the ER. We sat for hours and were never seen. I spoke to her primary doctor, who told us to leave and to make an appointment with her ASAP. The rest of the weekend, I was not sure what was going on, but Danni was acting strange; she was disoriented and not as responsive. We made an appointment with the doctor for Monday. I had to go into work, so Stormy came up to take Danni to the appointment.

In an earlier post, Stormy mentioned not being able to wake me for my appointment, so she called an ambulance and I was taken to Mercy Hospital. Click Stormy’s story for more.

When I arrived at Mercy, blood work showed Danni’s liver numbers were off the charts. Doctors cavalierly mentioned the possibility of a liver transplant, which the hospital was not equipped to handle. Danni was taken by ambulance to the University of Maryland Medical Center. Her liver had completely stopped working and toxins were reaching her brain. The team met with the entire family as we asked about options. We asked if part of a liver could be donated. but Danni’s only option was to receive a completely new liver. The Head of Transplantation came and told us Danni was # 1 on the transplant list for the mid-Atlantic area. She was healthy, did not smoke, drink or abuse drugs.

Danni was on borrowed time and we all knew it.