Frozen Cats and Other Sundry Oddities

Three moments...

One

Sister Thomson came by and dropped off some bread and soup for lunch. Just a quick visit -- told Vicky that she put lots of pepper in the soup in hopes that Vicky could taste it better. Here's a picture...

After Sister Thomson left, Vicky and I sat down to a bowl. Vicky kept making happy mmm noises, and finally said, "This tastes so, so good. And I can actually taste it."

Then she started to cry. 

Such a little thing, and it made Vicky so happy.

Two

Tonight, Laura and Cody came by to bring dinner to us all. Here they are with the feast they laid out on our table...

Notice the roast beef right there in the middle? You should know what a remarkable thing it was for Laura to bring that (absolutely delicious) roast beef: She's a vegetarian. :-)

It was a delightful dinner, and afterwards we had a kick watching little Donovan respond to Laura asking: "What does the happy baby say?" and "What does the grumpy baby say?"

Three

We were talking with our son Cameron on the phone tonight. Cameron lives far away in New York City and we miss him terribly. But we get to look forward to regular phone calls every Sunday Night. Here's Cameron with a fake mustache...

We started talking about how medicine really hasn't advanced all that far from its medieval roots. Take cancer for example. You feel just fine, then your doctor says that you have a tumor in your body, and so you agree to going through chemotherapy to be rid of it. Sounds fine, except, one minute you're feeling perfectly healthy, then you allow the doctor to pump all these drugs into your body, and suddenly you feel like you've been run over by a train. 

Maybe we should start using leeches instead.

Along those lines, I told Cameron about another treatment that helps prevent hair loss during chemo therapy. What you do is get these caps, you see, and you freeze them in dry ice until they're deep-frozen, and then while your chemo treatment is being administered, you put them on your head. These caps are supposed to freeze your hair follicles so they don't get damaged. But the caps melt, see, so you have to put a fresh frozen cap on your head every half hour.

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. It seemed like Cameron was trying not to laugh. "Hey Dad?" he said.

"What?"

"Until about halfway through that explanation, I thought you were talking about frozen CATS."

It took a long time before we could stop laughing.