I would have forgotten but not for my mom and husband: today is my second rebirthday, the anniversary of my second stem cell transplant when an international plane flew into Boston specifically to deliver me the fresh stem cells from Onkah, my then 26 year old German donor. It was big doins'. Very few people were privy to what plane was landing where with the DNA, the building blocks of life in the form of stem cells, that were headed to me. Wouldn't want some crazy anti-stem cell fanatic intervening and killing me. Three years later to the day, I attended an engagement party for my friends Andrea and Dave. I'm going to celebrate the life of Uncle Gene who passed recently of lung cancer, and my sister is coming into town for the week with her kids. I'm also still coaching soccer. Who would have guessed after all I've been through?
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