My liver failed because of Alcoholic cirrhosis. My liver took my kidneys with it. On Monday and Saturday I had parasenthesis, average of 12 liters per week, as I no longer urinated through my penis. On Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday I had dialysis. This was my life before transplant. The cardiac catherization dye killed my native kidneys. It was a blessing in disguise as my meld score shot up and soon thereafter got my blessed call from transplant. My first call I was called to be a standby recipient. A day and a half later I was sent home. What an emotional roller coaster that was. But they assured me that the next call would be mine for sure. About a week later it happened. One of God's angels wearing a nurses uniform called me and said it was my turn. This was February 2021 in the heart of Covid. My wife was not allowed in the hospital. At the hospital entrance I embraced her, gave her a kiss, looked deeply into her eyes and said that I would see her later, either here or in heaven. Walked myself into the hospital for surgery. The surgical team called her with updates on how it was going every 2 hours. 13 1/2 hours and 10 unites of blood later, I started my new life with 2 people now living in my body. I thank the donor daily in my prayers. I received a lazy kidney that didn't start to work for a week and a half so I was back on dialysis. It eventually slowly woke but worked only well enough to keep me off dialysis, but didn't satisfy the doctors. So they started all over again to get me back on the list for another kidney. UNOS classified me as a priority patient and I was blessed with a second transplant in November. An Angel somewhere was watching over me? My liver worked wonderfully from day one. This was all 3 and 3 1/2 years ago. Doing just fine now, thank you. I hope I didn't go into to much detail for you all. But that is my story.
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