To everyone in the Royal Infirmary Edinburgh and the Western General who figured out what had gone wrong, looked after me, hugged me when I cried, helped me feel positive, kept me alive, made me feel safe, carried out my transplant and continue to make sure I'm well: thank you. You'll never know what it means. To my astonishing cousin Alex who let me have her kidney: you are my hero!
This is me the morning after my transplant last year, the happiest man alive