This page is dedicated to my husband Michael (Troll) Littlejohn.  I will tell his story as I think he would want people to hear about it.

The begining of his story started Sept 2003.  I had just come home from working and I heard a faint cry for help in the back of our house.  When I got there my husband was in the bathroom sitting down with blood on the floor between his legs.  I couldn't figure out what was wrong after argueing with him about going to the hospital I put him in the car and took him in.  He didn't want to go because he didn't have insurance yet he would have it in two weeks.  I told him he wouldn't live two weeks like that.  We drove 55 miles to the nearest good hospital and at first they didn't want to believe he was vomitting up a large amount of blood until he started vomitting again and filled up a trash can.  They rushed him into emergency and thought the problem was an esphongil bleed.  This is when the veins in the esophogus rupture and bleed.  They questioned him about any alcohol comsumption and we both said he does not drink.  My husband would have one beer and be under the table he could never drink.  During his stay they banded the veins and stopped the bleeding.  He was in the hospital for about three days.  The bleeding had stopped so they let him go.  He did go to the doctor once after his stay but the doctor thought the bleed was because of stress.  After this episode the insurance that he was suppose to get in two weeks informed him that he would have to pay the premium for the insurance for two years but nothing would be covered even if it wasn't related to this episode.  So we both felt why pay for something he will never be able to use.  His health stayed the same he never had another bleed. 

On July 12, 2005 my husband had not been feeling very good and I had noticed for about a week he was gaining weight in his abdomen.  After argueing again about going to the hospital I took him in  to Mercy Hospital in Manhattan,  Kansas.  Right here I need to add that this hospital was a life saver to us between the care and the help that the staff gave us I would never go to any other hospital.  When we got there we explained to the doctor what the problem was my husband worked in health care and he just thought he had a blockage and just needed to take a healthy crap (this was his words).  The emergency room doctor decided to take an x-ray of his abdomen they brought my husband back to his room and a little while later they wanted a Cat Scan while my husband was getting this done the emergency room doctor came in and told me his liver was shot and when was he going to stop drinking.  I looked at him and told him he doesn't drink he did not believe me.   When my husband came back the doctor came in and told him that his liver was shot and wanted to know when he was going to stop drinking.  Both my husband and I looked at him and told him that he did not drink.  This doctor did not believe us.   They admitted him to the hospital and thanks to the grace of god we were assigned a doctor.  This doctor was the life saver to us.  He did believe us about the drinking and said that he thought it was caused by NASH Non-Alcoholic Steatohepatitis.  This was the beginning of the battle.