I am waiting, ready, willing and very impatient. I know the stem cell therapy is going to begin soon enough, but why so long? The emptiness of the wait is causing concern. The demons in my head are dancing. Generally, I am not a worrier. But this is as important as it gets. I was told the stem cells would materialize in about three months. I had allowed doctors to stick needles in my chest and steal what seemed like half my blood to facilitate the journey. Then came, well, nothing. So I started asking questions.
My faith in Dr. Sadiq and Dr. Harris remain sturdy. The stem cell infusion in late February is not the end of the journey. I imagine the sky will be clear, the wind brisk that day. I will take a deep breath and the leap into my future. Only then will I be heading down the highway to health, or so I hope. That road will be hazardous. No dangerous turns or highway robbers await. I fear nothing but one possible danger along the way.