And what happened to our future? I mean, how do you deal with this? I used to dream of having a nice retirement with my wife, of just sitting on the porch and reading and having coffee and talking about the children. Maybe a bit of travel. But there's no return to normality, is there?
Paul: wait, I can't drink too much coffee if I'm going to be a kidney donor? What's the story with that, because I drink about 4 cups a day...
I just need to vent, and I can't talk to anyone here, because then they'll worry about me.
The good news is that my kidney is a match and so if all goes well we will do the transplant this summer. But things don't always go well, and even if things do go well, even if we do have the transplant, that just leads to more problems of an entirely different sort, doesn't it?