Liver Offered for Transplant, Then Withdrawn

For nearly a year now, Richard Anderson of Torrance has lived with the hope of life clipped to his belt.

Anderson, 40, needs a liver transplant to stay alive; he wears a little telephone-paging beeper that can alert him to call UCLA Medical Center, where doctors have been trying to find a donor matched to his uncommon B-positive blood type.

But the beeper remained silent--until Sunday.

“He was in church when it went off,” said the Rev. Donald Ausland, pastor of Loving Shepherd Lutheran Church in Gardena. “We saw him go out to use the phone. . . .”

And come back smiling.

The congregation, which has been praying for him, applauded and cheered as he took communion and went home to prepare for surgery.

But the operation never happened.

Two hours after the initial call, while Anderson was reminding his wife, Inez, to have the oil changed in the car and distributing last-minute hugs to his 10-year-old daughter, Holly, and 14-year-old son, Luke, the hospital phoned back to say the surgery was off.

For reasons still not explained, relatives of the donor, who had earlier given verbal agreement, balked when it came to actually signing papers for the operation.

A spokeswoman for UCLA Medical Center said it was the first time such a thing had happened there. The donor was brain-dead, she said, and there had seemed to be no reluctance on the relatives’ part.

Nonetheless, the opportunity had disappeared.

For Anderson, a tall, gaunt man with brown eyes and an air of determinedly concealed weariness, it was just another detour in a long stretch of hard traveling.

A supermarket worker for most of his adult life, Anderson had been manager of a store in Gardena when illness forced him to give up his job a year ago.

The San Diego hospital where he had originally expected to undergo the liver transplant dropped the program when federal funding ran out last September. Anderson said he was pleased when UCLA finally accepted him.

Their support, and that of church members who have raised $23,000 to help with his expenses, has been the bedrock of existence for him since the day last May when he was told he had from one to three years to live unless a transplant could be performed.

Anderson said he first had hepatitis in 1962, but thought nothing about it until 1978, when it flared up again and was diagnosed as a possibly life-threatening form called chronic, active Type B.

By 1981, his condition had deteriorated to the point that doctors recommended a liver-shunt operation. It was performed, and at first seemed to be successful. But because of it, he said, doctors now tell him the transplant operation will be more complicated and difficult than most.

Yet he expressed no bitterness at the change of heart of the donor’s relatives.

“Next time,” he smiled. “Next time it will be the real thing.”