My close friend Monia Howes, who 10 years ago did "not
understand my illness", is now in Mt. Sinai hospital in
NYC, waiting news of a possible second liver transplant. She
was diagnosed 5 years after me, but drank heavily even after
the diagnosis and her HMO tried to get rid of her too.
I had to convince her family in NY that she was actually
sick, and when she started with the Encephalopathy, they got
the idea over the phone something was amiss
They finally believed me after she was hospitalized in
Florida (where I live) for internal bleeding.
Lloyd, January 3rd is her 43rd birthday, and she is a
wreck, because of uncaring apathetic family.
Her husband was away claming when I was fighting for her in
FL, but he rushed to her when he finally understood, and is
her only source of mental support.
Would you call her in her hospital room? Her name in Monia
(MON-YA) Howes. Maybe you can offer her hope.
Her husband Cliff has been out of his mind since the first
transplant about 14 months ago. The liver is not being
rejected. The problem is that the virus became so virulent
that it attacked too aggressively. She has the bleeding and
swelling and is in dire condition, but can talk.
Her Hubby had her on milk thistle and NAC and some stuff,
but the Doctors convinced then way back to stop taking
everything. Hey Everyone, Send Monia Howes some flowers at:
Mt. Sinai Hospital
9 East Room 319
100 St. & 5th
New York, NY. 10029