I came to Rochester after my son urged me to. There a week, I learned more about cirrhosis of the liver, plus had more procedures than I had in two months in Western North Carolina. My gastroenterologist (East Tennessee) was content to have me lose water weight via diuretics, and monitoring with periodic blood panels. He told me no transplant center would even talk to me if I had consumed alcohol within the year (I quit entirely in early July). He didn’t give me a MELD score and downplayed knowing the cause of my liver disease (what will that change? he asked). That week at Mayo was a breath of fresh air for me, as well as the nod to take responsibility of my situation and to be proactive.
Although I live too far from any of the Mayo locations, but Duke Liver Transplant Center is 4 hours away by car. I’ve been invited to go through their 3-day screening and education for program mid-November.
So thankful my son insisted we go to Rochester. Reminds me that even doctors aren’t always right.