So I see the gastrointestinal specialist at Mt E, and he says there's something wrong with my liver. Something to do with SGPT/ALT levels, and my liver fighting with my immune system. Medical jargon aside, he tells me there are 2 alternatives to take:

1) To wait and see if my immune system manages to overcome the virus attacking my liver, on its own - 17% of patients succeed in this 'natural state'. If this is chosen, bi-weekly blood tests are to be taken for monitoring of enzyme levels. Of course, because, as in the good doctor's own words, my liver is the battle field for the immune system and the virus, the longer I 'wait and see', the higher the probability of my liver getting damaged further.

2) To start treatment immediately, first by doing a liver biopsy ($1,200) to determine if the liver can take the treatment, followed by weekly injections for a year (about $20,000 a year).

I tell him I need to speak to my parents about this. $20,000 is no joke. And so is my liver, of course.

I speak to my Mum, and we decide to go with Alternative 1. Because my Mum was one of the 17% who made it. And because we serve a big God.

In the quietness I ask myself sometimes, why must this happen, now. Sometimes I wish I am in another body. In another mind. In another personality even. But He's bigger than all I can even imagine. So why think so far, eh? Might as well just rest in Him.

Sometimes for activity-addicted me, that's literally easier said than done. But I must let not my will, but His be done.

And in all things, give thanks, for He is indeed good.

The Lord gives, the Lord takes - BLESSED BE HIS NAME!