As Patty Smith, the mother poet of punk, says: Sometimes you have to move a little to find a new noise. 2025 was a year of figuring out a new noise -- of adjusting to realities of increased immunosuppression (other than renal toxicity). A virus, a bacteria, and a fungus walked into a bar. The start of a bad joke where the punch line and venue were my beloved wild lungs. My breath seemed to be knocked out of my body, and I was catapulted to memories of a long time ago in a hospital in land far...

tl;dr: on Jan. 3, 2024, a wild kidney was donated and came home to me, and it's wild! January 3. Whenever I have procedures done, I go to...

The Elusive Wild Kidney tl;dr --my friend and I get dates to give a kidney and receive a kidney, respectively. the balance of delays and...