My first stem cell infusion took place in New York City on a cold March day very recently. The event was a long time coming. I was more enthusiastic than apprehensive. I knew a long, thin needle would be inserted into my spinal column and the cells released. I was ready.
The stem cells had been taken from bone marrow pulled from my sternum many months ago. The cells were cultivated, fed and nourished for half a year. The time had come to introduce them into their new home. The procedure would be groundbreaking, the first of its kind. I looked like hell, an allergic reaction to all the drugs I had been taking tearing at my skin. I was uncomfortable but ready to celebrate.