Six weeks ago my liver function results were finally testing at high normal… after taking two years to creep back up! Today the doctor informed me that they’re in the tank again and don’t I want a liver biopsy?
NO, I don’t.
I spun a little story around my thyroid pills, the raised dosage level and my fear of foreign objects plunging into delicate organ tissue. So we test again in six weeks. If they haven’t rallied by then he’s referring me to a world-renown hepatologist down in Miami.
And I was having such a good day.
Clear Light of Day Update:
So, I awoke this morning feeling grateful, the anger and sadness gone. As it should be. What is it they say about expectations leading to resentments?
Anyway, I’m thinking of letting him do the damned biopsy.
Thanks for the support; love you all!