Now that Bob's diva liver decided to live, so did we. Come with us as we figure out what's next. Our attempts at parenting the two baby pandas. Bob and his call to the golf course, I mean, to parish ministry. The amazing assortment of family, friends and strangers who daily surprise us. And my ongoing fascination with our planet, transplant, transformation, lives, livers and other vital organ-izations.
Posted by Terri Mork Speirs at 6:09 PM
This e-community decided to start when Bob's liver decided to stop, in the fall of 2006. Instead of moving out of seminary housing and on to a call to parish ministry, our lives quit as the wild bile poisoned Bob from head to toe. All we could do is watch and wait to see if he would need a liver transplant or if his own would regenerate itself; praying that he wouldn't die in the meantime as he shut down to a virtual comotose state.
In the end, there was no transplant but a lot of transformation. Old liver, new lives. Our whole family made it through a dark time thanks to the community that provided us a lifeline of love. Literally at Luther Seminary, from where Bob had just graduated; from my colleagues at Lutheran World Relief; from family, friends and strangers; and electronically via the care pages we started when Bob was at the transplant unit in the Mayo Clinic.
Anyway, this is like after the liver heals, days of our livers, the liver runs through us, the liver of life, or something about going on newly aware of how Bob's liver lives among us. He says definitely not old man liver, but maybe Liverace. So, from the bottom of Bob's organic bile binder, I thank you for coming to this site.
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