It was a very strange time while I waited for a donor. For some reason, I was never worried that a donor may never be found. I knew I had at least three months of taking each day and living them to their fullest. I developed an enormous appetite from the steroids and I looked forward to every meal. I also began playing golf almost daily. I would drive my girlfriend to work every morning at 7am and that’s when my day began. I would clean the house then find someone to go to brunch with. Then I would either golf or go on long motorcycle rides. I continued working out, using much lighter weights and going at a pace that I felt my body could handle.

It has been nearly 4 1/2 months since my bone marrow transplant. I’ve been given many books to read and journals to write in, but chose today to start my journal. I guess I wasn’t ready to deal with all that has gone on, even though that is all that I have been doing. Now I suppose I’m well enough to express my thoughts and feelings on paper.

So much has happened, it's hard to know where to start, but I'm just going to let it flow.