Exactly 18 years ago, I had a life-saving liver transplant surgery. This means, O-liver, is of legal age. Yep, Oliver can do whatever Oliver wanna do. Except drink. No red wine. Only Ribena.
It’s extraordinary how my life extended for another 18 years and although life hasn’t been all amazing and beautiful throughout the years, I still thank God for 18 more years.
For the past 18 years, I’ve had two liver rejection episodes. The first one (2008), I almost died which I wrote about in my book. The second one (2023), I thought I was going to die and I remember asking myself and God, “Is this it?” But I didn’t, and I believe that the Lord is not done with me yet. So, as long as God wants me to be alive, I know no matter what I’ll be here whether or not a third rejection comes along or a second liver transplant is needed in the future. I believe that life is God’s to give and take.