A year ago on this day I was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver. Yeah, it was kind of like that.
Kinda graphic images below the fold.
Here’s what put me into the hospital:
It wasn’t cancer, it was NASH – “Nonalcoholic steatohepatitis.” Chemical weapons couldn’t delay the inevitable. The Sword it was. I got a “low-mileage Lexus” of a liver on September 24. I’ve got a wicked cool scar, and I’m still walking around.
That sumbitch tried to kill me. It failed.