Most people that know me say I'm strong, sometimes I am and sometimes I am not.  This is a time in my life that I fear more than I have anything.  I fear the pain and the uncertainty that is ahead of me.

In 1983 I was given a blood transfusion, and this is where it all started. The blood I received was tainted with Hepatitis C. It was many years, before it started to show its ugly self to me. The first sign was when I tried to donate blood to the red cross. I received a letter from them stating my blood couldn't be used and that I should follow up with a Doctor, so I did. Nothing to be concerned about. My liver enzymes were a little elevated they said. So life went on, no big deal, nothing to be alarmed about, right? No, not right, really wrong. To make a very long story short, my life went on. I continued down the path of self destruction.  I just didn't know and had no reason to believe there was a problem. Until one day...I don't remember why but another blood test. That was then and this is now. And in between didn't matter I didn't know what Hepatitis C was and didn't care. That, my friends is denial, but there's no denying it now. I have 2 choices one is to live healthy with a new liver, the other is to die with an already diseased liver. I choose to live. Thank you everyone for reading my story.