When I was a kid my eyes were yellow, my skin was jaundiced, my teeth were gross, and I always, always, had a bloated stomach. I could see my body was different from the other kids’ at school. I couldn’t run around; I was always too weak or tired. I would just sit and watch them play.
I was born with biliary atresia. Basically the small ducts in my liver that are supposed to ship out the corrosive bile didn’t work. It just stayed in there, slowly destroying me from within. When I was eight months old doctors gave me a few months to survive. Then I was put on the organ waiting list.