Sorry to hear of your husbands problems. I know the feeling, having lived it for too long. I was fortunate, in that my transplant came out of the blue. I wasn't sitting around waiting for a call. I was lying around with my legs up, feeling like crap for several months, other than two, one week sojourns in the local hospital. When the call came, I was shocked and feel lucky, to not have been waiting for it. There wasn't time to think about it and no relatives were present to add trauma to the event. I can't imagine how tough this whole episode of your husbands life must be, but tell him to hang on. With the care (that I know) you're giving him, he's got little reason to be depressed. I only wish I had had that kind of support. My partner abandoned me, 2 years previous to the transplant, because she didn't want to have to take care of me. I made it through; one year as of today. And, I've reconnected to a woman I lived with 35 years ago. As people like to say, "Every thing happens for a reason." Stay with it, you'll get there. **David**
"No good deed goes unpunished."