Six months ago today I'd barely been out of surgery for a few hours - with a new, functioning kidney. Six months! It seems as though in many ways the time has flow by, but the at the same time I've never missed a moment enjoying the benefit of having a working kidney. Would you believe that I think about it at least 139417402938 times a day? Especially when I pee? *grin*

Someone asked me, recently, if I'd "named" my new kidney. No, I haven't "named" it - In fact, I still refer to it as 'my brother's kidney' or sometimes 'my new kidney'. In honor of the sacrifices my brother made to give me this gift, I don't want to forget or cheapen the experience by using a silly nick-name. Because he gave it to me, it doesn't seem to make sense to "name" it anything other than 'Andrew's Kidney'.

In the meantime, happy 6-month birthday, Kidney!