I'm just back from the hospital, where I've had a (routine) US of the liver. For those who don't know, I have fibrosis of the liver caused by drinking. I was diagnosed with cirrhosis, which was sobering to say the least, but after several years I insisted on a fibroscan and discovered I'm not quite there yet. Fibrosis is still serious though, so I have regular scans to check for cancer and other possibilities.
Getting liver disease is everyone's dread, and as I sometimes say on here - we will all give up drinking one day, whether that's voluntarily with a life ahead of us, when we realise that we are seriously ill or when our last drink takes the choice from us. I know which is the best option.
I was lucky, in that I was able to stop when I got the diagnosis (I'm not sure I would have otherwise), but I believed I had cirrhosis for seven long years, with all the shame and fear that that brings. Also, life became a round of hospital appointments, blood tests, scans and clinics with liver nurses and consultants - it's not fun, it's time-consuming, and every test brings the worry that this time things have got worse.
It's also been very tempting to drink now and then, now I know I'm not actually dying. Madness, I know, as the very last thing I want to do is have cirrhosis for real, but I have succumbed occasionally, and immediately wanted to binge. I am determined not to give in again, but it's not easy just now. I know I don't 'need' to drink - I can go out and enjoy myself without it, and without the awful Fear the morning after - but that nagging voice is there, telling me I can drink if I want to. I can't.