February 27 is the National Day of Transplantation. Thousands of people throughout the world await with hope a donor who can save their lives. There are many stories around this issue and are life lessons we can all learn from them.
Shortly after my father died of a heart attack I started drinking. I have always been a social drinker, I missed my copillas with friends to disconnect from work and stuff, but almost never drank during the week. But the day came and began to dump a splash of cream coffee milk. By midmorning she fell carajillo rum. Food wine and a shot of some digestive to finish. He arrived in the afternoon and I hung out with friends. The beers were flying, could get to drink five or six bottles in a matter of a few hours. He came back to scene dinnertime, and a splash of whiskey rustled an ice before sleeping.
Without stopping to think I became an alcoholic. My breath stank and started descuidarme in many ways.
The story of my life has been like a roller coaster. I'll skip the stage that lasted until my father died. It was a happy stage and likely to be bored in your eyes. My brother and I, we had very distant points of view on many things. The differences that we had for the management of odious legacy led to many confrontations. We move away slowly.
Today we ten years without any contact.
One day I got out of bed fatal. Vomited all day, I was dizzy and I got tired every step. I was afraid to go to the doctor but at the end of the day I went to the hospital. I was admitted emergency. He had cirrhosis.
The only possible solution was a liver transplant. I was told I did not have much time. It was possible that the waiting list which was not an organ arrived on time. He started my countdown. We started to spread the word and my mother, uncles and cousins began compatibility testing performed. As I went to the beach and started to value things that had never valued.
The doctors did me a lot of tests, a Tissue and blood group to verify that my body will not reject the donated liver.
Blood tests or skin tests to check for infection. Heart tests such as an ECG, echocardiography or cardiac catheterization. Tests to look for early cancer. Tests to look gallbladder, pancreas, small intestine and blood vessels around the liver. Colonoscopy.
When had already lost hope, the doctor called me and told me that a man had been tested for compatibility and had been satisfactory. The transplant would take place in a week in the same operating room separated by a veil to preserve the identity of the donor.
My eyes regained strength and my will to live and to amend my mistakes increased.
Came the day. The process was long:
They asked me to take off my clothes and put on a robe. They put an IV in his arm. I introduced additional catheters in the neck and wrist to check the condition of heart and blood pressure, and to obtain blood samples. I lay face up on the table operaciones.Me shaved the area to operate and I inserted a catheter into the bladder to drain urine. When he was sedated, the anesthesiologist inserted a tube into my lungs to control breathing with a mechanical ventilator, and continuously control the heart rate, blood pressure, respiration and blood oxygen concentration during surgery. I cleaned the skin with an antiseptic solution. The doctor made me an inclined incision just below the ribs on both sides of the abdomen. He carefully removed the diseased liver of organs and structures surrounding it. Arteries and veins United clamped with a hemostat to stop blood flow to diseased liver. This is removed after it is separated from the vessels sanguíneos.El medical visually inspected the portion of donor liver, before deploying and connected to the blood vessels. blood flow to the new liver was established, and then it was found that there was no bleeding followed sutura.Acto lines, the new liver was connected to the bile ducts and the incision was sutured with stitches or surgical staples.
It had to be about ten days in the hospital. Sore and pale. I felt very curious to know who had been my donor. He asked the doctors, but they could not tell me anything.
In another room, the man who donated his liver woke up. His family was very close. His wife and two children, happy for the success of the operation. A doctor asked if I wanted to reveal his identity. He said yes, he was wishing for it.
I wanted to give something anonymous donor in the form of thanks. Money, a trip, or even a car. I had saved my life. While musing how to thank you, a doctor came in and told me I could know the identity of the donor. A mixture of joy, wonder and amazement through my body like a chill. he was better so I joined with the help of the doctor and went step by step, slowly, to the room of the donor. I opened the door and heard:
Waiting list. Organ Transplants
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