Apparently when you write a comprehensive post about mean waiting times for patients with a virtual MELD score of 40, you get to have a new liver.
At 5:00 am Derek was wheeled into surgery by his surgeon, 12 hours after we were given an inkling that a viable liver was in play. We were told to hang tight, Derek ate a pizza, I settled in for the night. At 8:00 pm the orders came in that he was to have nothing by mouth. By 9:00 pm he was getting blood drawn, a chest X-Ray was ordered and an EKG. Derek drifted in and out of sleep, I stared at the moon outside his window.
At 4:00 am the nurse called to say she was told he’d be getting a ride down to the OR at 4:45 and Derek needed to scrub up. Which he did. His surgeon showed up on time, gave Derek more papers to sign and assured him it was a fine looking liver. The two of them joked back and forth like old friends. I rode down to the OR with him, the hallways of the hospital were dark and quiet. I was left behind at the doors to the OR and watched as Derek chuckled at some joke his surgeon was telling him.
I said, “Good luck.”
“Luck isn’t really a factor.” He said.
“Right. Force of habit. Good science.”
I heard his surgeon ask what I said, and Derek repeated, “Good science.”
Good science, indeed.
I’ll make a new post when I get updates, and I’ll keep updating it as I get info.