The kidney started working immediately after surgery, and I felt amazingly better. And I experienced the meaning of the phrase
"I didn't know how sick I was until I wasn't sick anymore." No more hypertension, edema, uremia; the "veil" of fatigue was
gone. But not all went smoothly: the surgery— though pretty simple—is still traumatic. I suffered a slight rejection, from
which I recovered, but then I contracted cytomegalovirus for six weeks. I was very depressed, spending most of my time in
bed with a series of high-grade fevers. When I finally recovered, I lost my hair, and then I began to gain weight from finally
being able to eat all the foods forbidden to a renal-disease patient.