My days now revolve around a pole. Not the kind they have down the block at Shotgun Willie’s, or the professional model they use at the clinic, but my own personal IV pole.
I’m tethered to it five times a day and shot in the chest with antibiotics by my nurse/wife. I’m not complaining because it seems to be curing my infection.
My engraftment is starting to take hold. My white count has climbed above 1; yours is closer to 10 on a good day. My platelets are at 25; yours are between 150-400. But at least I’ve left Ground Zero!
I have a theory about a possible spiritual side effect of a stem cell transplant: Scripture says “the life is in the blood,” but what about the “old man?” What if the sin nature also resides in the blood, which is made in the bone marrow? Was my sin nature eradicated when my bone marrow was irradiated? If so, chemo could be the key to the “Second Blessing.”
Keep an eye on me and see if I sin any more.
Bet you $100 I don’t.
Wait, is betting a sin?