I donated to my husband on January 31, 2012. We went out last night to celebrate. My health has been fine, can't tell the difference with one kidney - my creatinine is .9 and has been for a couple years. Everything is good for me at age 50, minor middle-age health concerns unrelated to kidney donation. His health has been good, too - the biggest issue being dealing with post-transplant diabetes, but overall he's doing great. He's active as a volunteer firefighter at age 51, works full-time and we've done some traveling over the last year.
We were talking yesterday about how nervous I was the day before donation 4 years ago - but I never doubted my decision and still don't. Hopefully we will get many more good years out of my little kidney, which we named "Janet" due to me texting my sister after surgery in a loopy post-anesthesia haze, and allowing my attempts to type "kidney" to auto-correct before sending. She was very confused to get a message about how the doctor said I had a very petite Janet.

I've read some of the new information about the increased risk over time to me as a donor, but I still think it was worth it. You can't control all future risk and despite some other serious stressors not related to the transplant happening in our lives, we've had a good four years. I still don't feel like a hero. My actions were selfish - I got to keep him around.
When I was nervous about the surgery, I used to get myself through it by reminding myself that someday it would seem like so long ago that I donated, and here I am.
