The night my liver started running my life

I first met my liver the night it tried to kill me.

I was at home in Hawaii, alone, relaxing after a dinner of leftovers from a party I hosted the night before: macaroni and cheese with manchego and chorizo, tossed greens, a glass of Rioja and…more in The New York Times.

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  1. […] ago I suffered a liver attack that nearly killed me. I wrote an essay about it that appeared in The New York Times. The whole eipsode – from fated trip down the Amazon to reading about it two years later […]

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