Well, I'm still working on the transplant story (part 3). It's been very difficult. I've always been more emotional than analytical, so writing this story has caused me tremendous pain. I've had to open up a part of me that I try to forget. On top of that, I seem to be unable to simply focus on the illness. Emotions and memories from long ago, often bad, come back to haunt me. I've been missing people I've long since forgotten and reliving past pain with a heavy heart. Much of it hurts as bad as it did when it happened. Some happened when I was little, some as a teenager and some as an adult. I know I can't change the events and the ways things happen. I'm not complaing about the gifts I have been given, but writing has forced me to delve into my past and the emotional scars I had hoped had faded.