I got visceratropic Leishmaniasis in the first Gulf War. Spent 60 days in Walter Reed; 30 days of God-awful chemotherapy.
Now 27 years later I’m being evaluated for a fibrous liver and most likely cirrhosis, perhaps as a result of either the parasite or of the treatment for it.
I go back to Walter Reed on Tuesday, and hope to be scheduled for a liver biopsy soon. I pray to God that I’m healthy enough for a possible transplant. If not, then I’ll be dead within one to two years.
Yeah, Leishmaniasis is real fun.
Prayers for a great outcome for you.
Biopsy is on 10 June.