I'm doing OK, liver-wise. The past few observances of the anniversary of my transplant I pretty much kept to myself. The "WOW" factor has pretty much faded away after twelve years, which is how it should be for those who observed but did not experience first hand. The anniversary remains, to me, freshly poignant each time it arrives. I suspect it also remains that way to the donor family. There are times that I berate myself for letting language and culture get in the way of my continuing contact with them, but I continue to hope that the have been able to move past the date and find happiness in their lives as I have tried to do with mine.
I had an unexpeced email from an old friend from the original DD. It was good to hear she'd moved past what had been a miserable place in her life and has found happiness. Whether I disappeared from this site when the few who followed my diary were in good times or bad, I hope they also found the same happiness for themselves. At the end of the day, that is perhaps the best thing we can ever wish for each other.
I don't know if I'll return to here or not. There is an invisible link that draws me back, even though the site itself has become all but comatose without life support of any kind. It pleases me that it continues to exist though,