Medical Miracles

A year ago on this day I was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver. Yeah, it was kind of like that.

Kinda graphic images below the fold.

Here's what a healthy liver is supposed to look like:

Here's what put me into the hospital:

It wasn't cancer, it was NASH - "Nonalcoholic steatohepatitis." Chemical weapons couldn't delay the inevitable.  The Sword it was.  I got a "low-mileage Lexus" of a liver on September 24.  I've got a wicked cool scar, and I'm still walking around.

That sumbitch tried to kill me. It failed.