The Adventures of Bubble Boy (day 11)

I can't imagine committing a crime. Not that am thinking of doing so. Being locked into one room for 24 hours a day is just not right. The last couple of days and the next couple of days are the most crucial in the healing process. At this point my White blood cell count is literally at zero. That means as little contact as possible with the outside world and basically i have to just sit here. Not that i have the energy to do much else. It's a very interesting test in the strength of your mind. I have come to some peace about a lot of it though. I'm just giving myself the goal of making to the next meal and then sleeping. I have prayed constantly that God get me through this just safe and unharmed. I realize i will have to suffer the pain and frustration that goes with the transplant no matter what, but I do know God has protected me so far, and i thank everyone for praying the same. I absolutely am floored by the generosity and thoughts and giving of complete strangers. I have no words to thank people for giving to our trip to Houston. Rosemary and I are convinced that obviously there is a reason why we should be preparing to go there. I have always felt that the way God speaks to me is by either opening or closing a door. The answer always seem to be pretty clear that way. I have no idea what Houston could hold. I could be cured and go on to work a normal life again. I could end up on the other side of the world. At this point i don't care. I just know i am willing to go all out. No matter how big or small my life maybe. So thank you. I can't imagine how to repay everyone but i will certainly try by how i live here forward.