Viral Hepatitis?

Saturday 31st August 2013

I am unable to get out of bed other than to the bathroom. I am YELLOW in a big way. I am exhausted and barely eating. I spend the weekend in a daze wondering what will happen next. We run a pet care business from home and lots of customers are genuinly worried/concerned. Phones and text come often, but my partner has to deal with all this. All I can do is lay in bed listening to her doing everything. She has doubled her workload with me out the picture. She is having to do all donkey care on top of everything else. I miss my donkeys, and she agrees to drive me down the field to visit them on strict instuctions to stay in the car. I sneak a few kissess and cuddles with them for comfort. Will I have to give them up?? I can't bear the thought, but we won't be able to sustain this for long.

Monday 2nd September 2013

I am driven to the outpatients dept at derriford and dropped at the door as I cannot walk more than a few paces. I am not in pain, but constantly uncomfotable, and needing to wear loose clothing etc. I check myself in and wait for M. We are seen quite promptly. The news is not what we want to hear. We want more than anything to know WHAT is causing this. It's not viral hepatitis. So what is it. A liver biopsy is now booked for the following Monday . This will mean I miss my son's graduation, but they will not budge. I am now so unwell and the jaundice is causing potentially irreverible damage/scarring to my liver. More bloods show further deterioration. I am like a pin cushion and have had enough. I can't think/speak properly, M has to do most of the talking and keep clarifying things to me during the consultation. I know how worried my son is but I have nothing to tell him and no way of reassuring him as I just don't know myself.

3rd-8th Septmber

My sister arrives on a planned holiday. She usually looks after the animals whist we have a break, this time she has to look after us. I spend the week much as before, sleeping and trying to eat. On Sunday 8th I vomit for the first time. I'm the only one who does not recognise the significace of this (i.e further deterioration) and I continue to insist that my partner, sister and mother attend the graduation, whilst I go in to hosp for the liver biopsy tomorrow. A near argument ensues, but everyone does as I ask. I can see M's heart breaking but she loves me enough to do what I want and be there in my absence. My son seems to understand and just wants me to be well.