Some Days I Forget I Had a Transplant

I am feeling so good that some days I forget I ever had a kidney transplant--and not that long ago. A week from today it'll be four months.

Sure, I still feel the metal rod in my left leg with every step I take, but usually it is not enough to make me stop walking. And, yes, I still feel chest constriction and a sense of heaviness, but I've lived with that for so long that I rarely take note of it unless it becomes egregious.

But in general, I have energy for what I want to do. And of course my attitude is sunny, which helps a great deal.

Here is a photo of me, beaming to beat the sun, taken about a week ago in my kitchen.

My apartment has but one bedroom, so my son sleeps in the carpeted breakfast nook beside the kitchen. You can see his lamp, end table, and bed. And if your eyes are really sharp, you can see three of many gnomes that pepper the apartment. At one time I knew the German word for "gnome." Perhaps it's Schwarge.