Liver Transplant – The Other Side

Liver Transplant

It all started while I was waiting for my Liver Transplant at the entrance to the operating theatre.  I got to the theatre door where I was light headed with the medication but, to be honest I felt like I was on the crest of a wave. I’m getting my old life back I thought.

While waiting to go into theatre I was asked many questions about who I am. Shoe size, collar size etc. They also had to ask if I was pregnant and, in my medicated state paused. That made them laugh. The reply was, if you are pregnant you could be looking at making a lot of money. Nothing like keeping things light hearted.

The best part about waiting for a Liver Transplant for me was being asked what music I wanted them to play when I went into theatre. What have you got I asked. I could choose anything I wanted. Of course it had to be my hero Paul Weller. I say about Paul Weller as I do all medical staff… Not all heroes have to wear a cape.

Liver TransplantIn the operating theatre I remember getting onto the bed, waiting for my Liver Transplant while listening to Paul Weller then, being hooked up to machines before being put to sleep.

Fast forward 12 hours and I’m in ITU and the Liver Transplant was over. Wires everywhere, but I had made it. My throat was as dry as a bone so, you can imagine the sponge soaked in water was like winning the lottery.

Back on the ward I was asked how the pain was and my immediate reply was that I feel fine. Of course I was… I was hooked up to a machine that allowed me to press a magic button every 5 mins to get a shot of pain relief. At this point I was floating on a cloud. Anyone could have asked me anything and I would have agreed.

After a few minor blips and, with the help of the Nurses, Doctors and physiotherapists, 2 weeks later after the Liver Transplant I was home.

At this point I was so grateful more than ever to the donor and the wonderful staff at the hospital for everything they had done for me. They had given me my life back.

They had given me the gift of life. Is there really a better gift you can give someone?

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Stay strong, stay positive and thanks for reading.

Peace Love & Light

  1. Thanks for sharing your story. I know exactly how you feel. What a precious gift, the gift of life.
    Mark in North Carolina
    PSC 2011 / Liver Transplant 2015

    • Hi Mark, thank you for your comment. I hope you’re doing well and congrats on the Transplant. I’m aiming to post a new blog post every Saturday. Feel free to join me on twitter if you haven’t to be alerted as to when the next blog post is live. Twitter = gills_mod

  2. Lovely to read your story Matt. No music for me when I had my transplant at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary over 4 years ago………although I’ve always wondered if music was played for the team to enjoy whilst in theatre!
    I have to agree with you that there is no better gift than the gift of life. Its enabled me to see our daughters graduate, but the best thing ever is being a Granny! my grandson will soon be 4yo and his wee sister was born 7 weeks ago. I feel immensly priviledged to be here and enjoy spoiling them!

    Hope your recovery is going well.

    • Hi Ena, thanks for the message and for reading the blog. Good to hear that your transplant has given you your life back. I am doing well. A few blips after the transplant but, I’m getting there 😀

  3. Hi Matt,

    I was in Birmingham in March starting the same journey, after 11 years psc, your story very much mirrors my own, great blog serious, funny, familiar.


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