I Was Going to Die and It Was All My Fault
by a patient
I vomited up a quart of blood. The doc in the ER saved me from bleeding to death. I was diagnosed with cirrhosis. I wasn’t a drinker or smoker or drug user. I was baffled, so I thought they misdiagnosed me. Just a few hours later in my dark hospital room, a second doctor woke me up. First he interrogated me about my non-existent substance abuse, and when I told him again I wasn’t a substance abuser, he said I must’ve done something. I was going to die and it was all my fault. I didn’t know my diagnosis until I read it on my discharge papers. I had End Stage Liver Disease, called NASH. I was at fault, because I had undiagnosed fatty liver that turned to cirrhosis.But I had no clue. Thankfully the first doctor in the ER referred me to a transplant center where I finally got a liver transplant, about two years later. 