I'm gonna give you 

till the morning comes 
Till the morning comes, 
till the morning comes. 

I'm only waiting 
till the morning comes 
Till the morning comes, 
till the morning comes

Neil Young

My new immune system, no my full blown new blood system from the bone marrow out is on a plane with a courier to LAX. Arrives at City of Hope tomorrow around 10:00AM. My virile 22 year old donor needed to be hooked up to the IVs and apheresis machinery(see picture above)for only one day to harvest enough cells to give me this shot of redemption. My bet is my savior hails from Israel as he was only found after they search for a donor from a country with a large Jewish population. That narrows it down. Anyway, I won't know, as I already stated for a year, and bless him wherever he's from. I am told repeatedly that the actual transplant is anticlimactic, and for that am I am too thankful for I know they mean is the physical reality is simply a bag of white blood dripping into your arm. I already have 6 bags hanging from my new friend, Ivy (a borrowed name for my IV pole), so what's the big deal. WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL!  I tell you what the big deal is: This bag of stem cells is truth serum for my cancerous B cell clone. This is when they face the folly of the ill chosen path and are gently put down and slowly die out as a superior power takes hold of my marrow. This is no anticlimax. This is a miracle.

For more information on what the  donor goes through see  http://www.ufscc.ufl.edu/Patient/content.aspx?section=ufscc&id=961