Hi Carol and Connie,
Regarding the blog, you need to understand that for me it's a way for me to rant without forcing anyone to actually listen to me. If people voluntarily read it, that's their burden that they've picked up and not one that I've forced on them. I can be most strident and boring. And I have far too many stories and opinions.
That being said, my blog (only 2 posts) is at IndiscreetSage.wordpress.com. Starting a blog while affected by encephalopathy is probably not a very bright thing to do, but what the hey.
You can start your own free blog at wordpress.com simply by signing up. My daughter is very successful with her blogs -- she knows the ins and outs of promoting them (I don't have a clue, so please don't ask). Unless you actively promote your blog, it becomes a personal exercise as opposed to a communication vehicle or income producer. For me, it's the exercise, and if it becomes read, great.
I met with the transplant clinic head today. I brought my friend Lydia so that I would have someone who would actually remember shat was said. She also will be my post-transplant coordinator of John-watchers for the 60 days after surgery. She also will call my mom in AZ to explain what was said, knowing that all I would report is, "The doctor said to stay off 30 foot ladders for at least a month after surgery."
The Dr. was refreshingly frank in discussing the options and dangers. My MELD has only gone up one point to 14 so it will still be a while before we start seriously looking for livers. In this region, 18 to 20 seems to be the starting number with the transplants typically occurring around the high 20's to mid 30's. With the shortage of livers, they lose a lot of patients who are waiting. This clinic has a very low infection incidence level, which is good for me. I have been on most antibiotics, including Cipro, so there aren't many antibiotics of last resort for me.
I trust that you, my extended forum family, will let me know when I am sounding too mind-fogged. As you know, I spend most of my time alone and I'm on best behavior when I am out and about, so I question whether I'll recognize when I become too bizarre. Thanks for watching my back!!
Be well, John
I have to get up the creek! Now where's that paddle?