T minus-1

Only one blast of radiation left to go after this morning's session. The past couple of radiation sessions have been problematic and featured a variety of technical glitches. They say it's all good, but that's small comfort when dealing with radiation, and if I turn into the hulk tonight or start seeing through time that's where I'm pointing the finger. At least they put on a Dylan soundtrack today. Very much an improvement. And I think I am picking up a slight tan.

I'm on another heavy dose of immunosuppressive drugs today, and all the antinausea meds have me pleasantly sleepy and dopey, so please forgive if I'm less than eloquent.

My new stem cells are still not yet in the building, which feels an awful lot like cutting it close, but apparently this is normal. They like 'em fresh. I'm told they have a group of retired RCMP officers that act as couriers. Thanks boys! Delivery will happen today, and I should be receiving a transfusion of about 270 million new stem cells tomorrow morning in what amounts to a pretty brief, and by all accounts anticlimactic, last step.

At least I hope delivery happens today. When I asked if, in the absence of the new stem cells, my old immune system would grow back, the answer I got back was "prooooooobably." Uh-huh.