Hooray - Oli and I have managed to climb to the next stage in this big kidney shaped mountain that we are currently scrambling up!

Oli received a gold star in all his tests, and so we have been asked to come back in and meet another doctor for a further medical review (in a couple of weeks) and have a discussion about the actual transplant... oh and also we get to meet the surgeon..*gulp*

We then have to meet up with an Independent Assessor to prove that I am not some crazed lunatic who has bribed some poor sod - Oli - to give up his kidney...the dodgy photos I can produce of us both from when I was 14 should hopefully show that this isn't the case...

Three mutual friends also have to write statements outlining how long we've known each other - again to prove that there is no funny business going on.

I hardly talk about the operation, to anyone, in fear of jinxing things and it somehow not happening. I keep reminding myself that at any moment this could all disappear in a puff of smoke due to some complication that could arise and if that was the case I wouldn't be any worse of than I am now and Oli will have done everything he can to help me. I guess I am protecting myself from more disappointment but the closer we get to the goal the more I have to remind myself that I might actually have to allow myself to believe that this might happen at some point and think about what to pack in my hospital bound suitcase...