As you can see, updating someone else's blog is not my forte. I've been swamped. And, frankly, there hasn't been much to report. That, in a way, is good news.
Beaux continues to heal slowly. He's still plagued by soreness in his abdomen. I can't say anyone's surprised, given the magnitude of the incision. And the transplant coordinator said when they got in there, the surgeons found a lot of scar tissue that had to be dealt with from a bicycle accident and subsequent surgery when he was a little boy. The handlebar perforated his small bowel and apparently the scars from that clean-up operation left their mark. That's part of why he's hurting; it was more extensive cutting than one might have expected even from a wildly invasive operation like a liver transplant.
But the liver itself is wonderful. Works beautifully and we are so pleased.
They have reduced his anti-rejection meds to the stage where the tremors are much less of an issue. One side effect of all the drugs, though, has been quite odd. By evening, he's got a waxy glow about him. His oil glands are going nuts, so he's now on prescription to slow that down a bit.
I'll update again, soon. And I promise if something arises, I'll post right away. In this case, no news really is good news.