Gamma knife

There was a time in my life when I would have said - "I want one of those." I would have surely associated it with some super power in the Marvel Universe or an ant-villain weapon in the DC Universe. Gamma Knife might even be the name of super hero - cutting down crime with his concentrated lasers and hiding out in the Gamma Cave. Once a member of an elite fraternity, but kicked out because he was too smart, and now, on a mission to stop fraternity crime everywhere.



Gamma knife isn't a superhero. It is a weapon of sorts. I don't want one.

They do amazing things, like shoot radiation at tumors in the brain. My father-in-law, Ray, got a gamma knife yesterday. Sported the gamma halo, had pot roast and mashed potatoes, got his picture took. Of the 16 tumors in his dome, they gamma knifed 5. I'm more of a "let's get them all while I've got a full clip" kind of guy, but what do I know. That's probably why I am not getting paid 37K for a two hour operation.

At this point in my life, if I were to seek after super powers, I'd rather be more like Ray and be able to navigate the logging roads of Coos County hauling cranberry bog equipment while drinking a hot cup of java and making surgically precise work of a homemade cinnamon roll. That's the stuff of a super hero life.

Dad - Ray - I think about you a lot. Thank you for Jamie. Be strong. Be nice to Mom. Don't mow the banks without someone helping you, I don't want you to fall down. I love you very much.