Happy Birthday, Cheyenne! (and Me)

Surely some scalawag must be playing tricks with my calendar. It cannot possibly be one entire year since I was flat on my back in a hospital room at Barnes-Jewish Hospital in St. Louis, feeling like I had been sliced open from hip to hip (because I had) and giving thanks every moment for the numbing release of a morphine drip.

"If this is what a kidney transplant feels like," I remember thinking, "maybe dialysis wasn't so bad after all."

That, of course, was the drugs woofing. Cheyenne, the little kidney that can, has officially been inside me and functioning flawlessly for 12 months now, and we couldn't be happier together.

What's the symbol for a one-year anniversary? Paper? That's so passé. Let me write words on this computer screen instead to celebrate this mini-milestone and praise the miracles of modern medicine. 

Happy Birthday, Cheyenne! And by extension, because a transplant literally is the gift of a second chance at life, Happy, Happy 1st Birthday to me as well.

The months of wound care and recuperation, the constant doctor's visits, the adjustment to taking and coordinating an avalanche of new prescription drugs – it all feels like a hazy memory now, as if I was observing somebody else's life from afar. Everything has settled into a natural, comfortable daily routine (although I still can't remember how long to wait after taking my anti-rejection pills to eat; I really like eating).

The moral of Year One for me is that it always gets better. It may not become perfect, or even great – perfect or great for me would be an unscarred body and never having had Stage IV kidney failure in the first place – but it, whatever "it" is (life, relationships, job, finances) never remains the same. Sure, it may get worse for a time: the realization that my kidneys had shut down to the point I needed dialysis was one of the lowest moments of my life. But if you "wait on time," as my mother used to say, and trust your faith in God, your circumstances eventually will improve. Honest.

As you may know, I have been a strong supporter and advocate of the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention for many years, ever since the teenage son of dear friends took his own life inside their home. Nothing breaks my heart and shatters my soul more deeply than youth suicide: the kid who decides to end it all because Chloe broke up with him, not realizing a dozen more Chloes may come along before he becomes a man. If I could, I would reach out to every person whose psyche is in that much chaos, give him or her a big hug and just whisper, "Hang on. Please. It always gets better." I believe that to my core.

One more huge chunk of news: Because an experience like a kidney transplant gives one a startlingly clear vision of life and time and how precious both are, my adorable wife, Karen, and I have decided to mark Cheyenne's birthday by launching our own home-based business. We're blessed to both have jobs we enjoy, but money provides choices and ultimately we want the freedom to spend more time together and rejoice in each other's lives.

Besides, this is a company we're both incredibly excited about and have leapt into with all four feet. Rodan + Fields, the extremely smart Stanford dermatologists who created the phenomenally successful Proactiv solution, have developed a prestige skincare line to benefit women and men of every age and skin condition. And because the earliest advice I can remember my mother giving me was, "Moisturize," skin care has been a priority most of my life. And these are some of the best products I have found.

I hope you like them, too. Maybe you'll even join us on this incredible business journey. Tell you what: Check it all out at Karen's R+F Consultant Page. Take the "PerSKINality" test and see what condition your condition is in.

Then, let's talk.