In Delhi, India, Post blogger Amanda Boxtel tells of the travails of embryonic stem cell therapy. “Shortly after 12 noon,” she blogs in Snowmass Post, “I am rolled on a gurney from my hospital room into the operating theater. The operating theater assistants line the trolley side-by-side to a narrow operating table and I roll over on to the skinny surface face down on my tummy. The table is tilted six inches or so with my head pointing downhill. I feel instant pressure in my sinus cavities and my head thumps with fresh blood…. A steady bleep bleep bleep bleep beeps in the background while the Blue Angels (assistants festooned in blue scrubs) hold my body face-down in position.”