When I got back to my room, I enjoyed the moment with my husband, and he made several phone calls to family who were waiting for news. I was put on some more pain medication and began a long sleepy period.
This seems like a good time to mention that my islet cells came from a donor in South Dakota. All I know is that he was a 19 year old young man. I feel very sorry for the loss that his family must have suffered. And of course, I am very grateful that he was an organ donor. I do feel a responsibility to him to take the best care that I can so that the cells have the best chance not only to help me, but to provide data that will lead to the cure of Type 1 diabetes. I honestly believe that this is the path to that end.