Tomorrow is bone marrow day. It will come in the form of a blood transfusion. No thick needles into his bones. He won't feel a thing. It should take about 8 hours to complete. Then, the real finger crossing begins. Will the host cells like him or will they attack him like some sort of pariah? Time will tell. Not much time, either.
I leave for Houston Saturday morning, from Orlando. My best friend Stewart and I are driving. And he has to come up from around Port Charlotte, leaving his wife behind for a week. We have been best friends for 38 years. He's about as much family as I am. This will be a welcome and comforting sight for Bud and, especially, my sister, Maggie.
We take nothing but hopes and prayers with us.