Tomorrow morning about 2pm last year to the day I got a phone call from the liver transplant co-ordinator at Kings.
Right now I'm on the train heading for kings for my anniversary check up.
All going well and I'm confident it will I won't have my next appointment for six months.
I feel incredibly well, better than I could ever have imagined. Got back to work six months ago, although I've hung up my hat contracting for banks, MOD and other government agencies and chosen to work at my local university.
Last week I even managed to cycle the 20 mile round commute.
Now with a new set of priority's and my health back I'm enjoying life more than ever.
I know I've been one of the lucky ones, and my thoughts go out to those of you who are suffering. But I came back from what some consults told me was too far gone.
Thank God for donors. It's a thought I've had every day for the past year.