It’s official. My mutant T cells (aka my hope for survival) are on their way back and ready to unleash their killer powers on this stupid cancer once and for all!
Really sounds like the stuff of sci-fi, eh?
So my mom and I have been using a cute little egg cooker that my sister gave to us, and today, one of the eggs exploded.
I was going to toss it, but my mom deemed it still edible.
Anyway, in an effort to make a connection between today’s photo and the topic of mutant cells, I thought: eggs are technically cells—at least those in ovaries, which are the biggest cells in our body … there’s a metaphor here somewhere.
Let’s hope my mutant cells do a better job at killing than this cute little egg cooker?