For a procedure with such dramatic implications, it is astonishingly low key. The doctor and nurses set things up and quietly step back. The beautiful ruby stream flowing into Viral’s system looks as deceptively simple as one of his regular blood transfusion. He closes his eyes. The four of us in the room settle into stillness and silence. It takes just a little over an hour. Then just like that, it is done. They call it your second birthday– the day of your bone marrow transplant. Later the nurses will burst into the room with congratulations and a Happy Birthday chorus.
And so it begins…
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes (or stem cells).
— Marcel Proust (with a dash of Viral :))
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