And the fun(draising) begins!

A little back story.

"Duckie" was a self given nickname that took on a life of its own. People have gone years knowing me by no other name.

"Team Duckie" came from the creative minds of family. Then the idea of shirts was born. I'm super fortunate to have a lot of creative minds in the family. My adorable sister in law (seriously guys, she's amazing) is an artist. She designed the logo (clearly, the cutest logo ever) and now we're selling shirts!

I'm working with another friend to get some other things off the ground in the fund raising appointments.

Here's some of the health stuff. I was officially listed about two weeks ago. I happened to be in the hospital at the time. A common side effect of all of this is swelling. In about a 11 day period, I'd put on about 35lbs. I was going to see my hepatologist, Dr.J (whom I love to pieces), and she immediately admitted me. My blood pressure had tanked from the diuretics they had given me in the ER about a week prior. My kidneys went into overdrive...just caused a bunch of issues. The swelling is still happening, and they're giving me super low doses of Lasix to try to get the weight off without doing damage elsewhere (namely, the kidneys). It's likely that in the future, I'll need to actually get drained of fluid once it his my abdomen area pretty hard. Sadly, I think I'm almost looking forward to that.

I appreciate all the love and blessings I have in my life, and the people who make life so much more bearable. I love you all so much. Thank you for continuing on this crazy journey with me. In the words of the late Prince...

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life..."

New News

(For the record, I thought I'd be much better at this blogging business than I actually am.)

I saw Dr.G on Monday to discuss my gallbladder being removed as a separate surgery and to talk about my weight gain. I'd gained about 40lbs in a week and a half-ish.

They did a CT Scan to check out the gallbladder. Now, I'm freaked about all of this. I know what swelling means to someone with liver cirrhosis and it just ain't good.

Dr.G comes in and informs me that my tumor is now 2.1cm and we can do this transplant as soon as June/July, if I have a donor.

That is the news. I'm still completely freaked out about it...and 100% not ready.

The Evaluation

So this is all going to be pretty straight forward stuff. I'll try to go by day and appointment, but I can tell you they fried my brain pretty good with information.

Monday
8a Pharmacy
I met with the pharmacist(s). There were 3 of them, 2 were residents. We went over my current medication list, medication routine, anti-rejection meds, and concerns I had regarding pharmacy things.

830a Labwork
They wanted a LOT of blood.

9a Education
My Transplant Coordinator was the the person giving the education class. Overall, I mean...she pretty much had a power point and read from it. It was all useful, but I wish there had been more to it. It felt like a waste of an hour because she also gave us a copy of the slides and I could've read that myself.

This was about the point, though, where I started feeling overwhelmed. I was clinging to my transplant binder of papers.

10a Social Work
So the Social Worker pretty much just wanted to know about who was going to be my support system during and after transplant. I was happy to report to her that I have an amazing support system. I mean, hello. Have you met my people? They're awesome.

11a Behavioral Health
Something that should be said is that there have been parts of my life that have been rough. I've been in and out of therapy since I was 10. We had a lot to cover, and we covered a lot. I was very honest with her about everything. The conclusion? I'm severely depressed. Go figure.

As a followup, we spent an hour or two on the phone on Monday to fill in some of the gaps of information that she needed, and had a few questions about some of the things I told the other folks. I wasn't trying to hide anything from her, but everyone asks a lot of the same questions and at the end of it, they all compare notes. I think her and I had so much to cover that we just didn't get to some of things she would have asked, but other people had.

She kind of reminded me of a very skinny version of Edna from the Incredibles, but without the accent.

1p Hepatologist
I loved this woman. She was adorable and pregnant. We talked about livers.

2p Transplant Surgeon
First, he was hot. (I had to get that out of the way. It's important.) Second, pretty much most of the information that I had has changed.

Liver transplants can use a live donor. That is still true. However, you no longer need to match blood type or rH factor. A lot of it has to do with vascular systems as far as matching goes. So that's good news.

The cancer "bonus points" (which I learn are actually called "exception points") are now awarded differently. I was originally told that I would be placed on the transplant list when my tumor hit 2cm at a MELD score of 22 and increase by 3 points every 3 months. Now I get placed on the transplant list at my natural MELD score (which I found out is 9) and after 6 months, my MELD score will go up to 28. This system doesn't lose you any points, and gives them the opportunity to see how fast the cancer is growing. However, I'm not very patient. 6 months feels like forever right now.

I questioned him about an article that I had read that said live donor transplants were more risky (specifically in relation to UMPC). He explained that it's a high percentage drop. Yes, they had lost 2 patients who had had live donors, but when you're only doing about 14 of those a year, 2 results in a higher drop in percentages. Made sense.

Tuesday
Tuesday was test day. I had an ultrasound, a CT Scan, X-rays, an EKG and a DSE Stress test. The medication they used for the stress test had an incredibly bad impact on my blood pressure, so I have to go back for a Nuclear Stress Test.

Wednesday
9a Finance
I have some kick ass insurance. My transplant will cost me $21 (another $21 if I have a live donor) and $6 for the Anti-rejection meds. My mom breathed a ginormous sigh of relief. There are still other expenses, so there will still be fundraisers, but the cost of the surgery (exorbitant) will be covered.

930a Labwork
The vampires weren't as hungry that morning. Only 2 vials.

(Overall result of labwork, the only concern they called about right away was my Vitamin D levels. They were super low.)

10a Dexa Scan
This was the only test on Wednesday. It was a bone density scan. No biggie.

12p Nutrition
I HATE NUTRITIONISTS. Or more rather, I love food. I'm slowly altering my diet to reflect a low carb, low sodium diet. So basically, applesauce and lettuce. That's not true. I need to learn how to cook.

To finish off the absurdity that is a transplant evaluation, my mom and I went to see the Blue Man Group. They were awesome. So so awesome.

This got progressively less straight forward, but it's late/early.

March Schedule
2nd - Endocrinologist
7th - MRI and Dr. G (Liver guy)
10th - Nuclear Stress Test
11th - Local Oncologist Dr. S
14th - OBGYN Clearance Dr. W
17th - Local Therapist
18th - PCP Dr. S
24th - Dental Clearance Dr. B

Milwaukee

Warning: My laptop keyboard hates me 90% of the time. My kiddo spilled soda on it, and while the laptop, itself, was most unharmed, the keyboard...is sticky and not for the right reasons (perverts).

So at the beginning of February, I randomly talked about Mo and I going to Chicago and then me heading on to Milwaukee to see my girlfriend and he would go home. He doesn't have vacation time, so he wouldn't be able to stay the whole time. Instead, he kind of suggested that I go on my own. Normally, I wouldn't have taken him up on his offer and waited until he could take time with me, but I was/am on a bit of a time crunch. I have my transplant evaluation starting on the 22nd, and after that, my travelling will have to be done in a 3 hour radius. Milwaukee is further than that.

So here I am, up at 12:30a at my girlfriend's house writing to ya'll. I definitely needed this trip. It's been all about babies, and shopping, and games, and good food (omg the food), and much much needed time with my lady. I was so happy to get Valentine's Day with her...and her husband, but still with her.

While I'm insanely happy to be here, I'm dreading leaving. I do this. I get all hyped about something, then when that something comes, I start focusing on how the something will be over. With the health stuff, I'm dying for it to be over, though I probably should have used different verbiage. I'm really anticipating it, and there's a tiny part of me that is excited because...(don't mock me when I say this) it's actually really cool that they can do this stuff.

I want to write fairly regularly, so this is me doing that. More next week after I go through some evaluation type stuff.

-duckie

Backgrounds and Beginnings

When I was 2-3 years old, my Pediatrician discovered that my liver was enlarged. It extended below my rib cage. They monitored it. He suspected it was just something that I would grow into when I hit puberty and since it wasn't causing any problems, he left it alone. When I was 10, I was taken into Children's to have a liver biopsy that came back as "inconclusive" for anything they expected to find.
As I switched from a Pediatrician to a family doctor, everyone (including myself) just kind of forgot about it. It wasn't causing any issues. It was still enlarged (at least to my knowledge), but it was invisible.

I continued my life without any restrictions, which means I drank, had sex, experimented with drugs...things you do. Sometime in 2010, I went to the ER because I was having an immense amount of abdominal pain. They always think it's kidney stones. It's never ever been kidney stones, btw. So they did an ultrasound to look for stones. Then they sent me home. Couldn't figure out what was wrong, so they blamed it on dehydration.

I went in a few months later for my yearly checkup. My doctor said "That last ER visit, they found Liver Cirrhosis, so we'll need to get you a referral." I was flabbergasted. He thought I already knew (someone was supposed to call me), and he was very casual about it. I didn't know much about it, other than it was normally found in old people who drank too much and that it turns people yellow. We had a conversation, but it wasn't something I was too worried about.

I got in to see a Gastroenterologist. Pretty much those guys follow the track of organs from esophagus to colon and every organ in that connection. That was bomb of a day. He tells me Liver Cirrhosis has no cure outside of transplant. I was freaked out.

They did another liver biopsy and a few other tests. I was diagnosed with Cryptogenic Liver Cirrhosis. Cryptogentic is just the doctor term for "We have no idea."  I also had some other symptoms of Cirrhosis on the inside.

I went through a transplant evaluation where they told me I was too healthy for transplant and they told me to take care of myself...stay away from alcohol, and salt, and sharp pointy foods and anything that's hard for a liver to process. They also said it would be 5-15 years before my liver was bad enough to do anything about.

Almost 6 years later...I told my mom I needed to get re-hydrated at the ER. This is something that I'm really susceptible to. Any stomach problems cause me to loose a lot more fluid than my body can reproduce quickly, or that I can keep down.

She takes me in and the ER doctor was just the best. He diagnosed me with pancreatitis, and admitted me. Now, the next day, I was determined to get home. I mean, who really likes being in the hospital?

I went home, but ended up back in the ER the next day. They admitted me again, and started running more tests, including a CT scan. In this scan, they determined that my liver was much worse than when I was last checked and that there was a mass in my liver.

Once I got out of Sewickley, they told me to get in right away with the Liver guy at UPMC. Dr. G, since he's gonna be a bigger part of this...may as well give him a name. I got in to see him pretty quickly. He explained that I have primary hepatocellular carcinoma. Then he ordered an MRI.

He explained that for my MELD Score would be increased due to the cancer and that I was now be qualified to get on the list.I had the MRI done and this is what I know.

My cancer is 1.6 or 1.8cm. The tumor needs to reach 2cm before it qualifies me for the "bonus points". My MELD score is currently a 7. The bonus points will push me to 20+ When the tumor hits 2cm, I will have surgery to kill the cancer cells (Tumor ablation).

In the mean time, Here are some important dates:
Feb 22-26 - Transplant Evaluation
Mar 7 - Tumor measurement and followup with Dr.G

Introductions here!

I have a wide varieties of folks in my life...sort of. The next few sentences might sound like bragging. It's really not. They're facts. I care about a lot of people, and have a lot of people that care about me. I feel like I have a rockin' extended family in the friends I've chosen. They have been there for me in ways I just can't even express. YOU ALL have touched my life.

So instead of posting 18 different places, add this as a bookmark, check in from time to time. All the up dates will be here...for everything. I'm gonna upload the past updates, and be able to get into a little more detail here than I feel I can on social media.

There will be fundraising that happens. It'll also go here, in addition to a wishlist of things that are either things to make life a little easier or things to keep me preoccupied in general.

I'm also going to be posting some of what's going through my brain just to get it out somewhere and document my process.I'll try to keep everything labelled accordingly.

So strap in for the ride. I hear it's gonna be a hell of a trip.

-duckie

PS Shout out to my beloved Aunt Shirley for "Team Duckie"