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 and I’ve regained some semblance of normality in life. I’m told that by the 12-month point the results should be virtually indistinguishable from those of a kidney that worked straight away. His 10 day nap hasn’t done any lasting harm.
I feel fine most of the time, and have started to work full time again. This is something I haven’t been able to do for a long time. It’s still amazing to me that I can work 9 – 5:30 and not need a nap when I get home! Sometimes (not often, ha!) I even go to the gym after work!
Of course my life isn’t suddenly perfect. I’m not “fixed”. A transplant is far from a magic cure-all. There have been various glitches along the way. Anxiety is still a recurring theme in my life and I’m still seeing the psychologist to work out how to deal with this, as well as everything else that’s happened to me, but on the whole, life is good.
There are a lot of things I’m doing with my new, healthy life, but those will be posts of their own one day.
So I guess this is what normality is like?
For the sake of this blog, this is the end of The Story of Holly & Billy the Kid, although of course it isn’t really!