tomorrow i have to take peter into hospital for a routine blood test. part of me wants to visit the transplant unit, but a biggter part of me doesnt. there are so many memories and emotions around that unit, and i dont know if i can face seeing new patiemts, or old ones still waiting. Peter being alive and well is amazing, and belive me, we are enternaly grateful for his donor and all the team at harefield, but i feel guilty as not everyone will get this chance. i'm not even sure if guilt is the right word. but theres soemthing there which i can explain.