Still waiting. One or two tests came back just weird enough that further analysis needed to be done, adding yet more weeks to this seemingly endless process. But what I fervently believe to be the last box to be checked is being checked this week, which hopefully means that next week we should finally be informed of a date for my kidney transplant.
It seems ludicrous to complain of how difficult the wait has been, when the hard part is really still to come. But the wait has been excruciating: the not knowing, the false alarms, the potential for it all going to pot at any moment have all taken their toll.
At the risk of jinxing things, I think we're getting close.