Connie, that's just....wow. Someone oughta make him their patient zero in their research.

That's amazing Connie.

Connie, that's amazing. And I'm sure welcomed, regardless of the mechanism.

I'm watching Frontline right now, and it's about the horrifying sexual scandals inside the highest levels of the Catholic Church. Many of which I'd heard of, but so much more powerful to see the faces of the men and women making these accusations.

Yikes. It's awful, and heartbreaking.

I'm concerned that Connie's husband may have entered a Mira Grant novel. Are you sure he hasn't taken any experimental parasites? Because that is incredibly. And incredibly wonderful. Unexpected chemo bonus! (Never thought I would ever say that without extreme sarcasm.) May he (and you) enjoy that pain reboot for many years to come.

I keep telling him to keep an eye out for super powers.

As a palate cleanser while watching this horrifying expose about the Vatican: [link]

Before and after pictures of people and their pets. SO CUTE.

The kitten with the teddy bear killed me ded

Connie,

I'm in awe. Your husband is a trip.

Dad's cancer was ver aggressive. One month from when we found out to when he died. There was a plan to start treatment but he never got to that. When digging through papers after his death I found a diagnosis from a doctor from about two months before we all found out. With a little research it was clear that the small lesion that they found on his he'd in April was a death sentence. As Dad was a doctor he knew that. For whatever reason he kept that to himself until he had to go to the hospital two month later due to pain and then we all got the diagnosis of brain cancer that has already metastasized to heart, liver, lung, and lymph. Word was he would probably get six to eight months with treatment. He got one.

I have guesses as to why he kept it all to himself for two months, but I will never really know why. I also regret not just being in San Diego for that last month but I thought I had more time. That was a mistake.

Still I will take the cancer that got my Dad over the more than a decade decline into dementia and no mobility that my Mom is still going through.

Best side effect ever, Connie! I hope they're all equally, usefully, anomalous.