An introduction

It was 5.25 am, the plane was already 45 minutes late, due to slackness. We (myself Louis, mybrother Sam and girlfriend Jacqui) had just touched down in the bustling metropolis villiage of Delhi. the heat was stifling, and the all consuming stench greeted us along with the desperate cries of a hundred taxi drivers. We were rushed through customs with our chosen driver and began our spine-tingling jounry through the centre of the 'city' to our hospital. Once we arrived and relaxed my first thoughts were 'how could stem cells treatment, a true marvel of modern medicine ever had originated in such a backwater?'
Go forward three days and I'm now sitting in my modest room amongst mans basic necesities a bed, tv and fridge, writing this with a much greater understanding of the culture and people and with a much greater hope that this treatment will make some positive changes to my body. In this 4 story apartment block in an inner-city street, there are people from every corner of the earth, all with there own story and a disability or illness of some kind. Some have suffered strokes, some are half blind, some can't walk and others can't do anything but lay there (which is not as good as it sounds) but we have all made epic journey's to this same building for the same compelling reason. Stem Cells. Taken from a petrie dish at almost an instant after a sperm has penetrated an ovum and divided in two these ethicaly acceptable cells have the potential to service the world for an eternity, because they simply keep splitting in two.
A small injection of less than 10ml of these cells twice a day should by all reports be enough to wake up the lazy bottom half of my body. Although after the first 2 days there has been no change it is still only early days, and everbody reacts differently to the cells. Miracle stories that bolster one hope and determination have been past on down from patient to patient "Did you hear about the guy from the UK who was here only 3 months ago, A 42 year old who had been in a chair for 16 years, had one injection in the morning then greeted the doctors standing in his doorway in the afternoon" I'm not sure if these are urban myths started by the doctors or truth, but its enough to keep your mind on the task at hand and off the constant beeping of cars and crowds on the dusty streets below.
So thats it for now, I'll be sure to keep this regularly updated with tales from the sub-continent when i can.
Cheerio from Louis Rowe