Mar 20, 2013
It's been a long three years. I have grown and evolved so much. From 22 to almost 26. The way I feel...it's sometimes hard to believe my dad has been sick as long as he has, because I still get the bouts of anxiety and sadness nearly as strong as when everything first began. In Febuary of 2010 he was diagnosed with Cirrhosis from Hepatitis C. So much has changed since then.
I have been blessed enough by fate to have an AMAZING boyfriend who donated half of his liver to dad in June of 2011. I can't even believe it's been almost two years. Dad still has the Hepatitis, and will be begining treatment on March 25th 2013...the day before my birthday. I am hoping it brings us some luck. It's quite a rollercoaster. Mixed emotions. Last week he moved in with me and my boyfriend. We will be embarking on this journey together. I am anxious for him to start the treatment, but nervous for what's to come...because no matter what has happened we have always had the hope of "eventually acheiving SVR with treatment." We will soon have our answer, and not have that to hold onto anymore. Trying to hold onto hope. Hope of my dad walking me down the aisle. Hope of him being there to hold my first child. Hope of him helping me buy my first house. Hoping for some sun.