Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis

is what my husband has. And it means now that his liver is failing and a transplant is needed. Wanting someone, anyone, to die so that my husband can have a liver and recover feels very wrong, but I can’t help it. I’m emotionally exhausted after the last few weeks and I just want things to go back to normal. It’s not going to happen. Things will never be normal again. I have to find a way through this and I have to find it now.


About pippa

40-something, yogi, gardener, reader and writer. Not great at any of those things but more than happy to be average. I'm anxious, depressed, chaotic, boring, delighted, excited and often foolish. It's all good. And cake.
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