The number of signatures backing our campaign crashed through the 10,000 mark this morning.
Thank you for all your efforts. It is amazing how so many people have got behind the cause this week.
Our job is now to ensure if anyone hasn't signed the petition to do so before Wednesday to maximise the support.
Please click here and sign up if you are a UK citizen - there are still a few days left.
Nevertheless, what a great result. I think it's fair to say we are all delighted and really proud of this.
Our petition has only been running for a short period of time and the support for it is nothing short of phenomenal.
Thanks again for all your efforts in pulling this off.
How good is this?
This is my present from the Huddersfield Examiner team.
It's a massive birthday pork pie - that is clearly another great result.
For the international and non-Yorkshire readers I hope you are beginning to appreciate just how much of a cultural lynchpin the pork pie is in the Huddersfield region.
They are amazing.
I used to love writing stories about couples who opted for a three-tier pork pie rather than a classic wedding cake.
I promise you readers I am not yanking any of your chains.
Click here if you don't believe me.
You wouldn't believe how much care and craftsmanship goes into these meaty masterpieces.
I might have mentioned this before but one of the former UK Prime Ministers Harold Wilson came from Huddersfield. When he held office apparently he had pies brought down specifically from the town and had it in Number 10 with HP brown sauce - the only way to have pies so I've been told.
So there you go.
As for my illness and stomach things are still not brilliant.
My stomach remains really unsettled and I just feel uncomfortable in myself.
It's such a shame because it means I don't really want to be around people that much.
I really don't suit being miserable but this illness is doing its best to pull me down.
There clearly is no point to this.
It's an utterly futile and meaningless experience. It's not severe enough to kill me but it is potent enough to stop me from doing all the things I love in life - socialising, eating, drinking, laughing.
Some nights my stomach just gets so bloated that it's like some colossal barrel.
My recent blood test results showed that I hardly have any white blood cells in my body to fight off infections. That would explain why I am struggling so much with such a straight forward tummy bug.
The bacteria fighting wing of your immune system is significantly made up of white blood cells called neutrophils.
Don't worry about the units but to help put my crisis in perspective they were at 0 after my bone marrow transplant and at the Sheffield Hallamshire hospital you are not allowed out of isolation until they creep back up to 1.
Mine are around 0.3 now.
The bug is also really infectious so I have to take care not to hug my guests and family.
Being quite tactile I find this difficult.
And finally one last award to report - there can't be any more now!
As many of you know my ambition was always to make it as a science or health reporter on a national newspaper.
I hoped to combine my physiology knowledge from Liverpool University with all the journalistic skills I was picking up in Huddersfield.
Until leukaemia struck it seemed like I needed an opportunity or 'break' but otherwise was a very attainable goal.
I entered the Daily Telegraph Science Writer Awards when I was back in university.
For the international readers the Daily Telegraph is the UK's best selling broadsheet newspaper shifting around a million copies a day.
I wrote, what I thought, was an excellent essay about cutting edge research into obesity.
From a science point of view this is much more what this competition is about.
This year I spotted the award and bashed out 800 words on Graft versus Host Disease.
I emailed it through a couple of months back and thought nothing else of it.
It took me hardly any time but as you can see from the essay below it's not really about new science but it is a striking piece which I imagine caught the judges' eyes.
The judging panel is quite impressive.
It includes Sir David Attenborough - not Richard the actor in Jurassic Park or Gandhi director - but the eminent naturalist and broadcaster.
I was hoping to include some quotes or video links but the organisers haven't updated the website yet.
Needless to say I didn't win anything at university.
Even to be recognised as one of the runner-ups is excellent for me.
Thousands of people enter this competition and before I do die it's further recognition that in some small way I am a national science writer and I do possess the skills of being able to translate complicated medical/scientific issues into language lots of people can engage with and enjoy reading.
For me this means a lot.
For those who are interested here is my essay.
By Adrian Sudbury
I should be dead.
Twelve months ago cancer in my bone marrow came within a fortnight of killing me.
Chemotherapy failed and I had no choice but to undergo a bone marrow transplant.
It was a gruelling process both physically and emotionally. I have never felt so unwell and five weeks in an isolation room at Sheffield's Royal Hallamshire hospital was mentally crushing.
Thanks to the generosity of a complete stranger, a 30-year-old woman from Germany, I survived leukaemia.
But that survival came at a price.
Bone marrow is the source of red blood cells, which carry oxygen around the body, and the white blood cells that contribute to our immune systems.
The transplant therefore led to some remarkable changes taking place within me.
Firstly, my O+ blood has now switched to A+, matching that of my donor.
Secondly, and more importantly, my donor's immune system is trying to develop in me.
During a bone marrow transplant drugs are used to turn your immune system off so that the donor's cells are not rejected by the recipient.
Gradually these drugs are tapered down and for about 60% of bone marrow transplant patients they are able to live without daily immunosuppressants.
For the rest, their new immune systems begin to attack their own bodies.
This condition is known as Graft versus Host Disease (GvHD) where the graft refers to the newly 'engrafted' bone marrow cells and the host is the patient.
GvHD can be hugely debilitating and consign some sufferers to wheelchairs.
It can attack the lungs, liver, mouth and gut - proving fatal in some cases.
Sufferers, like me, experience skin problems including; thickening, unrelenting itchiness, reddening, soreness and incredible dryness.
The white blood cells directly involved are called lymphocytes.
Cells in the body are able to distinguish themselves from each other by proteins on their surfaces called antigens.
It's a bit like a uniform. Liver cells carry one type of antigen and skin cells carry another.
Lymphocytes work as part of our immune system by being able to pick out cells with antigens they don't recognise and destroying them.
Usually these are viruses or bacteria but in my case my new lymphocytes don't recognise the antigens associated with my skin.
Different people are affected by GvHD in different ways. In some people their new lymphocytes decide to attack their joints causing them to seize up. In others it dries their eyes out; some people suffer terrible problems with their digestive system.
Significant numbers are never cured and some are unable to ever return to work.
Why all this happens and why it affects different people in such a variety of ways remains a mystery.
What it is about the certain organs I have listed that make them so prone to GvHD is also unknown.
Some treatments are available but for many it is a case of management rather than cure.
The first line of defence is steroids.
They work by blocking the receptors on the surface of the lymphocytes thereby stopping them from acting.
This of course causes problems - the most obvious one being that it massively reduces the ability of your immune system.
Infection is the greatest cause of death for patients with GvHD.
Other long-term problems with high-dose steroid treatment include bloating, weight gain, adrenal disorders, cramps, higher risk of diabetes and mental health problems.
They are not great drugs to be on.
The chance of a long-term cure, or improvement in the condition, is offered by a treatment called Extra Corporeal Photopheresis (ECP).
If it sounds suitably confusing and a tad bizarre then good - because it is!
Twice a month I spend three hours attached to something a bit like a dialysis machine.
A needle is placed in my arm and about half a litre of my blood is taken out.
This is then transferred to a bowl which spins out the white blood cells.
These cells are then mixed with a special chemical that is sensitive to UV light.
This mixture next passes into a chamber that resembles a miniature sunbed.
The UV light activates the chemical which in turn begins to kill the lymphocytes.
Blood, along with the damaged and dying lymphocytes, is then returned to my body.
The idea is that somehow this 'trains' the new immune system to be more tolerant but more research is required in order to fully understand the mechanisms involved.
GvHD is an unpleasant condition but it is important to remember one crucial and ironic fact.
A small amount will actually help fight off any remaining leukaemia.
If it can be managed it represents my best chance of long-term survival.
I appreciate the irony that this last sentence is now somewhat dated!