Diagnosed with an autoimmune disease affecting my liver (Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis) when I was 16, I always knew I’d need a liver transplant. That was always the end game and I never really felt there was anything further I needed to think about. I’d need a transplant and that was that. Fast-forward 11 years and it’s only in the last few months that I’ve realised how unprepared I was for the changes that would come.
At writing this, I’m two months post-op and while I’m learning new things every single day there is so much I don’t know about my own body, about living with a new organ or about the people I owe my life to. I decided to start this page to share my experiences and in doing so express the endless gratitude I have for the countless number of complete strangers who came together to give me a chance at a full life.
Please keep in mind that what I write about is my own experience and will likely differ from others who have been through the transplant process. Having said that, I am always keen on hearing about other people’s transplant stories and encourage anyone who has had their life or the life of someone they know changed by incredible strangers, to share their experiences in the comments section below.