Living With Liver Cirrhosis

It was a cool night and was sitting on a couch, reading "the talons of the Puma" by Patricia Verdugo, just a shame! – And when a squad of soldiers descended from the Puma helicopter takes away one of them, a sharp knife, and of a feline movement, opened a hole in my abdomen! … right upper quadrant!, I put my hand and I grabbed the falciform ligament, when the liver, seeking to hide from the omentum and mesentery, started Enraged Cursed yelling, cruel, wicked!, the Authority looked at me and as I adjusted Scared, continued shouting all my rage I looks as desolate, gaunt, jaundiced, with ascites, full of moles without force, without energy, without any appetite! Die, Die, bastard! – He said, "While I was hanging … Beware … CBC will not settle for partial explanations. !…- Hepatic artery managed to shout" WHAT? What? – I surprised, "You will need this artery, portal vein, ducts bile-kept shouting "If you kill me, you too shall die die … both!, Two!, understand? Do not you see? "He questioned," … I do not want that to happen! "She begged," I do not care – I said …

I'm not interested Anthem … I WANT TO DIE !!… Do not resist … I'm sick of Marita diets, recipes from Dr. Padilla, Shirley …

I even dream about, Noemi, Vilma Damned Do not you understand? … I'm Tired of Dr. Chaman De Rondon, Anchante, Carrasco, Yerena , I'm Tired … And I was hanging … You think I'm not afraid of Operation? This long, curved cut I've seen they do not fear Do you think the postoperative long, painful and complicated? If I'm afraid! …