Tomorrow is my birthday - #55. My brother Gordon, my transplant donor (and a doctor), called to say happy birthday, and he added, "55 - you're getting old". I replied "thank God". That's what leukemia does to you, and it's a good thing.
This week I'm sending letters to friends and colleagues who I hope will ride with me, even for a day or a week. I am getting going. The project is beginning for real.