Day Zero

The donor cells arrived in the night. Did you know the donor gets nothing for his troubles but the satisfaction of possibly saving a life?

I can't think of a greater gift to give another than the completely unrewarded, and possibly unwarranted, altruistic gift of life, can you?

In a year we will be given the opportunity to get to know one another, or a least the opportunity to agree to communication.

Donors get nothing in direct reward for their magnificent gift. It's a gift of pure love.

Although if the graft kills me, I might think less of it, and different people will win the pool money.

I'm not sure of the time today when the donor cells will be infused. If you've spent enough time in hospital, you realize they don't know either. But it will be today. I'll leave a postscript.

There are 8.5 million donors in the America's standard data bank, all of whom have volunteered samples to be properly typed just for an event such as this. They are the unchallenged heroes of my universe. Those, and the doctors and nurses who decided my life was worth saving, an outcome I never imagine I deserve one bit.

PS: Donation cells given, no adverse reactions yet, I'm exhausted.