That pictures speak louder than words may in fact be true. The video of my bone marrow aspiration screamed, watch me. Certainly it was more interesting than anything I have to say. Marrow was sucked from my breastbone because bone marrow and blood are a storehouse for viable stem cells. Months ago, I did not know that and learned only as I traveled the stem cell highway.
I am reasonably certain most people have no idea how stem cell therapy is done, either . The aspiration procedure appeared grim. It was not. Pressure and pain are very different. We tend to think of stem cell therapy in future terms, unaware that increasingly these space age medical procedures exist in the present tense. Were folks drawn to the moving pictures to be horrified? I confess that thought did occur to me. It did not look like fun.
Actually, it was not fun, but was not horrible.
What individuals seem to have taken from the post is hope. That is pretty cool. Those who suffer serious sickness long for something to hold onto. There can be a port in the storm of sickness. The possibility that even while being saddled with a chronic condition, health can improve brings a warm sunrise to a difficult life. Illness drives optimism from the soul. Rekindling the fires of that hope is difficult.
I love what people had to say. From Sandy: “Thank you for sharing your journey and battle. I am my husband’s caregiver and hope is desperately needed in battling this disease. He’s now in a wheelchair but continues to fight.” I don’t want to sound self-serving. This is not about me.
There is a palpable need loose in the land. People face poverty and deprivation for which there is no broad agreement on how to fix a failing system. That is sad. The sick have our own needs. Stem cell therapy is not a quick fix. We are at the starting line, and it is too soon to draw conclusions about saving the sick. But who can be against stem cell therapy? I believe it is the future.
I am moved by ethe many expressions of hope.