Some may say that was a big fat case of denial, but I look at it a different way - In no way did I deny it was there, or that it was coming, but I just tried very hard to focus on doing stuff I wanted to do and could do and enjoy - knowing what was coming was what kept me going to do that stuff. I suppose it's sort of an idea that "what will be, will be."
Richard, I'm not quite where you are, but I do think about transplantation and about the risks associated with the surgery and the meds. But transplantation is a treatment choice, and it is a damned good one. If you got the call tomorrow, you could always say no. I know you are not likely to do that, but the choice is yours. Transplantation has a completely different psychological timbre. You posted that you tried very hard to focus on doing stuff you enjoyed...did that ever exhaust you? I still do things I enjoy, but sometimes keeping myself distracted is just such hard work, and I get tired, and when I get tired, I implode. Did that ever happen to you?