A few days ago I wrote about how I have brilliant friends who have never made me feel “less than” for having been sick, and who, even though they’ve never been where I am, have just kind of “got on with it” and encouraged me to do the same. What I didn’t mention in that […]
Dear Friends, The last several years have been anything but easy for me. To go from being a perfectly healthy twenty-something grad student to somebody sick enough to need an organ transplant is a big adjustment, to say the least. Although this is my life, and I’m the one who’s had to live through all […]
A few weeks ago, I did one of the most important things I probably ever will. I wrote to the family of my donor. Due to NHS regulations here in the UK, I know virtually nothing about my donor or his family. I know his gender, obviously, and I know he was “middle aged” and […]
As I sit writing this now, I’m almost eight months post-transplant and things are good. Aside from an unwanted encounter with CMV (cytomegalovirus, a virus transplant recipients sometimes get) Billy the Kid is doing well after his rough start. I’m told that by the 12 month point his results should be virtually indistinguishable from those of […]
Mum arrived in the UK (again!) in mid-November, but until she did, my poor friends had to put up with me! My drugged, anxious, sick, tired, generally unstable self was certainly not the best company ever, but fortunately they understood why, and even told ME that on many days when I was convinced I was […]
I’m Holly. Billy the Kid is my transplanted kidney.