You Are Radiant!

When you grow up Catholic you get baptized as an infant and in the process you get God Parents. These are people that your parents assign the task of making sure you are raised in the faith if something happens that prevents your parents from doing so. I don’t know which other faiths have this sort of arrangement. Frankly infant baptism strikes me as strange on its own, but it was done and I’m still here.

Oddly I believe that my brother’s God parents were a Jewish couple. How that got by the Diocese is beyond me.

Anyway, this article isn’t so much about the weirdness of God Parenting, but more of a post about my God Mother. My G.M. has been a constant touch stone in my life. She always was and still is a true lady. She has sent me a birthday card every year of my life so far. Though I haven’t seen her in over 25 years; I write her and send her gifts.

At age 88 she recently had a bout with cancer. She went through chemo therapy leaving her with no hair and not feeling well from the treatments. Last month her son took her for her last treatment. Here’s where it gets weird.

While driving home from the treatment they passed a police car that quickly made a U-turn in the street and turned on the flashing lights and pulled them over. Within minutes there were several police cars surrounding their vehicle. Now remember the occupants of the car were an 88 year old woman and her son who is in his mid 60s who was driving normally.

After a few tense moments they came to find that their car set off alarms in the police car, probably some sort of terrorist detecting equipment. They surmised that her final chemo treatment gave off some sort of toxic radiation that could be detected at a distance.

Holy crap, eh? Holy crap on two fronts; one being that the police now have this sort of equipment, and the other being that you can have this sort of stuff in your body and still be living.