Well, it's a little easier to write a post thanks to my husband. My laptop went on the fritz about a month ago. Wouldn't start up at all, just gave me an error message on a blue screen. Apparently, my cute, little laptop didn't come with enough memory to run a diagnostic and fix whatever problem it had, so my husband put in a few more gigabytes of memory. And erased my computer. Which was necessary, but still. Fortunately, the great American novel is still in my head and so wasn't effected.

Work is going ok-I still like the job. I have people thanking me for being their coordinator, which is nice. I have people asking me if they can switch over to me from the other coordinator (we split the alphabet) which is nicer. I can't help it if I'm nice and return phone calls mostly on time. Doggonit, I'm nice and people like me.

I did have one downer moment today. I received a call from an OPO last night, their donor family wanted an update on the recipient who was transplanted a few years ago. I'm only allowed to give basic info, like-they're still alive and the kidney's ok. So I called the person up and asked if they wanted to give any more info to the family. Apparently, they're having a hard time on the medications, they're not feeling well, they've developed side effects and probably "wouldn't recommend anyone to get a kidney." So no, they don't want to get in touch with the donor family. But they're thankful.

I can't imagine that it's worse than dialysis, but then I haven't gone through either. My biggest surgery was getting my appendix out and I balk at taking more than one fish oil tablet a day. One the other hand, I spoke with a person who'd been a living donor today, and she was so excited because for the first time in a long time her whole family was together, including her recipient. No surgery works out exactly the same for everyone and I guess transplant is no different. I like to hear the stories that people are going about enjoying their lives. It doesn't work out that way for everyone. Some have complications and I think for some it just wasn't what they were expecting.

I read somewhere that people given a chronic disease diagnosis usually find it easy to stick with their regimen for one year, then the compliance issues begin. I don't know if that's true, but I'd love to hear from you folks. I know it's hard also for kids to stay the course when they become teenagers. First, because hormones throw everything into turmoil and then add to that rebellion mixed with a bit of "it won't happen to me". I'd love to work with teenagers who need/have transplants.

On a side note, to all you F&F out there-Poot is asleep at this moment and I get to spend some quality alone time!! So I'm off to surf the innernets before she realizes I'm no longer sleeping next to her.