Besides the alarm clock and my Keurig, the rattle of pill bottles on the bathroom counter is one of the sounds I hear every morning. Three months have passed since the day my life got a reboot, and those sounds have settled into a routine that carries me as healing continues. These past weeks have brought the same brightening as the two months prior, a return of strength that keeps uncovering parts of my life I previously thought were lost.
Taking my medications at the same time each day has become a consistent anchor. The routine steadies me, not as a burden but as a reminder that my body is learning its new rhythm. Lab results echo that trust, showing progress that eases the kidney rejection fears I once carried.
There is a new restlessness in my body, an urge to move more that was not there before, as if my muscles are waking to a life they remember. Some days carry me from morning to night with an energy I had almost forgotten existed. Other days ask for patience.
At my recent checkup, my doctor reviewed the lab results, smiled, and said, “Your kidney labs look great.” They even removed one of my medications and set the next appointment another three months out, giving me more room to live my life, but they are still a phone call away. Hearing positive results from my doctor is another milestone, a sign that the path ahead is widening.
Three months is a brief chapter in the long story of recovery from the kidney transplant, but even short chapters can hold miracles as blessings continue to show up in ways I did not expect. The piercing charley-horse-like pain that once shot through my legs at night has gone, and I no longer rise from bed to wait for it to stop. The nausea that used to greet me each morning for years has eased, giving me space to begin the day without bracing for it. Even my clothes mark the change, the way a smaller pair of jeans fit better now, where the old ones once hung. These are small things I barely recall, but they were immense when they were happening to me, and they are a reminder of how God designed the human body so that healing in one place can bring relief to another.
I begin each day by listening to what my body is ready for and what my mind can welcome. Some mornings bring a calmer breath or an extra skip in my step, and I follow those signals wherever they lead. Other moments invite me to notice the thoughts that settle in, the ones that steady me and remind me I am still being restored. When fatigue arrives, I let myself rest without apology. When strength returns, I lean into it, trusting that each shift in body and mind is part of the healing taking root in me.
Three months in, I can feel life settling back into me in ways both steady and unmistakable. Each shift, each breath, and each moment of ease remind me that healing is still at work.
Next, I’m looking forward to more travel, fewer medications, and more energy to achieve my 2026 goals!
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Such a “peaceful” outlook now … (Yea, the rearview mirror view is a reality check of what you were blessed to leave behind. A profound thank you to your unnamed Donor! ). Chad, you weave such creative phrases like – uncover parts of previous life and – consistent anchor and – short chapters hold miracles and – notice thoughts and rest without apology !!! LM