Life and Health
There are times when you have to forget about the past and move forward.
There are also times in order to move forward you have to dig around the past.
Is it a haunting past? A bad childhood experience? No. It is about my liver transplant. The operation I had at 10 and became normal ever since.
For that, I am grateful and humble by the experience. I am thankful for the Lord looking after me the whole time.
I am also thankful for discovering the sport of triathlon. It flipped my lifestyle inside out and upside down.
From a person who focus on going out and eating junk food, I have transformed into the fittest and more essential, the heathiest body I ever have or imagine.
The liver transplant continues to remind me how precious life is. Grace is being healthy.
I am currently taking medications for my transplant. The meds keep my body from rejecting my liver. It also has a number of side effects. One of the concern is the damages that it does to the kidney. My doc told me that my kidneys are running at 90%. On occasion, I have high blood pressure.
How long will they last for? 17 years since the surgery, I am still good. How about the next 5, 10, 20, 30 years? Will my kidneys and liver hold out? What type of complications I would be facing?
So the digging starts. Starting with medical reports and the drugs description. What's my kidney and liver numbers like? Are they normal? Was there study done on long term survival rate? I am meeting with my transplant doc this coming Mon and questions will be ask.
Am I afraid of my own mortality? No. Jesus is my savouir.
My parents should have lost a son 17 years ago. And here I still am. That's bonus in my books.
I eat and live a healthy lifestyle for my triathlon performance. Now the stake is much higher. It is for my future family. My kids and the significant other. It ain't just about me no more.
On one hand I can tell you I am screaming with anxiety.
On the other, I can tell you I am passionate. Passionate in finding out what I can do right now to lay a steady path for the future. One brick at a time. One yard at a time.