Firstly, in case any of you opened this post, expecting to read glad tidings, I'm afraid the return of my words to these pages has not been prompted by a transplant.
Believe me, I wish it was.
I am back because I missed this, and because I have nowhere else to go with what is an increasingly weighty burden. After two and half years of dialysis, I have exhausted the shoulders to cry on, the sympathetic ears of friends who are leaving me behind.
That's not fair. I am letting them go on ahead.
Old news, that's what my plight is. Everywhere around me, friends are moving on and taking exciting turns into new jobs, new chapters of neatly laid-out lives, births and marriages, travels and experiences.
And I stay standing still.