Based on what's been said by nearly everyone who knew me prior to the transplant, I look "so good." The emaciated frame which slowly became normal to me over the past several years has been replaced by a robust, can't wear an adult small, even some of my hats don't fit anymore body. My six-pack abs, firm and tone from years of coughing, became a noticeable tummy a few months ago, and they haven't looked back since. These results are a combination of both the steroids I'm on and my healthy new respiratory system making it easier for my body to maintain its weight, and I couldn't be happier.
But with every gain, there comes a loss. Last weekend I tried on my summer clothes. It's going to be happy day for the size 28 and 30 person who strolls into the Goodwill and finds my recently donated items. I hope he wears my shorts with pride and confidence-- I'm living proof that second hand is the best hand.