The tests came back a week ago Tuesday, and all were negative. That should be good news, but in this case it was bad. Where was the blood disappearing to? My friend will be going to Mayo Clinic during the last week in March to go through additional evaluations and begin the process of a liver transplant.
His spirits are up, at least on the outside. He has resumed more of his normal routine, but I can sense he is pretty low on fuel. I admire his determination and focus on the day to day tasks that I’d be tempted to leave behind.
He is a different person from the guy I worked with a month ago. He has a renewed sense of purpose and seriousness. Maybe staring a grave situation in the face is a good thing. It can jolt us into a better awareness.