Meet my fatty infiltration
Fatty infilitration usually appears as a symptom of alcoholism and obesity. I trust you all know I’m neither obese nor an alcoholic. (Hey, stop giggling, Iowa State people!) Seriously, it was comforting to learn from the transplant nurse and my doctor brother that almost everyone has at least some fatty infiltration—they just don’t all go around getting MRIs every day to look for it. You probably have some too. (Except for you marathon-running people—you know who you are!) This causes no harm to me, and like any other fat, I can reduce it by eating better, exercising more, and drinking less. Liver transplant or no, I plan to kick it out by living a healthier life.
As for the transplant: They can go forward if the fatty infilitration (ugh—I hate that phrase—I’m just going to call it “Larry” from now on) isn’t too extensive. But if Larry has taken over and strewn his bulbous mass all over the place, a transplant could put Joe in danger. Unfortunately, the only way to determine Larry’s dominance is to do a liver biopsy, which has to be done in Chicago. It’s either that or withdraw from consideration. So I’m off to Chicago for a date with a needle!
The biopsy is scheduled for November 29. I’m not sure how long it will take to get the results back.