Ezer Mizion Fundraiser

My wife and I will be flying back to frantic Manhattan again where I will give a keynote address, after only about a week at home in pleasant coastal southern California. I am blessed to live where people vacation.

This is no good for me. Fatigue hits me like a sucker punch in the 15th round. The lethargy is thickened by the stress of knowing there is much riding on my prose.

But back I go, because I have a chance to make a difference. A chance to share a shard of my story, and remind those untouched by leukemia or lymphoma, how a transplant can offer some their only path to safety. A chance to move them to help a stranger. like a stranger helped me.

On Monday I will be speak at an upscale fundraiser for Ezer Mizion, the good people who found my beloved donor and gave me only chance to live.

I will tell the truth - about how desperate I was until they helped me and about how desperately I still need them for another swing at the bat, a second transplant.

Don't you think I make a strange poster boy for bone marrow transplants?

But I know that when I arrive at the gathering, my tiredness, will melt like an icicle in a Cuban heat wave.

I will speak with passion and gusto. I will make a difference.