My fate loves surprises, or so it seems. My allogeneic transplant was planned for end of July.
As the results of the check up were very good (better than expected), my MDs have decided to shift it one month, to the end of *June*, i.e. to next week, possibly Tuesday June 21st.

My MDs told me that now was a perfect "window of opportunity" and I should do it now.

OK, what can one say on such an occasion besides "yes, I'll do it now"...? - well, maybe: "there goes my 4th summer".

But then, there might be no more summer if I recline. On the other side, there might be no more summer if I go...

The check results are all saying that I am quite OK and ready to go.

I have lost more weight - my weight is down to 57 kg. I am thin but not terribly thin, I remember my weight was like that when I was 15 years old.

I even remember my weight was 47 kg when I was 14, at my size of 1.75m. And yes, I was as thin as a scarecrow then.

So there are still some kg of reserve.

The MDs told me that the cord-blood I am going to receive (that is to say: the stem cells within the cord blood) is from a French baby-girl.

I would like to say to that unknown baby-girl:

"Unknown child, you give me your blood and I accept with humility.
Your gift causes you no loss, but for me it's the most precious gift there is:
you give me an enormous potential, the potential of life itself.
Your blood was a part of you and now it will become a part of me.
Does this mean that we now are linked through fate?
I think so, but in a very positive and beneficial way.
Unknown child, may there be a blessing on all your ways."