The plan is that in 2 weeks I'll have another round of liquid love from the chemo folks. Then, three weeks after that, roughly the 8th or so of September, I'll go in for the stem cell transplant. Holy Crap!
Yesterday, the third potential donor came up just short of perfect (as a match that is), so we'll be using a guy, in his mid to late 40's, who lives...somewhere. The other perfect match was a woman of a similar age. But since she had had a baby, it made her less desirable as a donor. All factors are factors.
So now the bone marrow registry folks get in touch with the preferred donor, let him know what time frame we're hoping for, and see whether this guy will be in Pago Pago for three months, or if he's available now-ish. From wherever he is, his stem cells get coaxed out of his body, and sent to us, and into me. Wow.
So as I sit here recovering from chemo, there appears to be the makings of a plan. Not without fears. Not without risks. But soon a plan will be afoot.
It is all good.
But I'd still rather make pasta.
And eat it.
And vanilla ice cream with fresh plum sauce.
Am I fixated?
Hey, so here's a question: how did the donors get on the list? I mean, what is their motivation? Is it pure love and charity? Are they recipients of transplants themselves returning the good will? Are they compensated financially? Elle and I were talking about your "match," who it might be, what his/her story is... it seems remarkable for a stranger to end up sharing one's own parts with another, don't you think? This is deep stuff, bro. Wanted to see what you think of it all...
ReplyDeleteGo stemcells!
Charles