I didn’t make Kelly do those things, but she was my photographer.
On the way home, Kelly reminded me that the measurement, millicurie, was named after Madame Curie.
It clicked together in my brain. “So, Madame Curie saved my life!”
“Yea,” agreed Kelly, “pretty much.”
Indebted to Curie for her brilliant research with radioactivity, a term coined by her and her husband Pierre, I read a children’s book about her to Rebekah and researched more on the Internet. In 1938, Glenn T. Seaborg and John J. Livingood, nuclear physicists at the University of California-Berkeley, combined uranium with iodine to produce Iodine-131, or I-131. It’s used to diagnose and treat thyroid cancer. Iodine goes straight to the thyroid. The attached uranium kills it.
It’s pretty amazing.
I have to flush twice, and it’s not because it is a long way to the kitchen. Clothes are washed separately and rinsed twice. Dishes are washes separately and rinsed twice.
I can’t cry about this, because my tears are hazardous waste. I’m thankful I don’t have a cold or the flu. A sneeze could be a call for a haz-mat team.
I’m home in my room, staying away from people. It was hard explaining that to Rebekah. We snuggle, hug and kiss all day long.
Today, Jon took her for a bike ride. Bethany took her out to buy something for dinner. She was allowed to watch a few movies, something we rarely allow on a weekday.
We have one more full day of separation. I’m missing my kisses and luvies from my kids, but I’m so thankful. This is such a short time of separation.
As I sit alone in my room, my computer, my phone and my Zune keeping me company, I’m thinking about the two people that died for me.
One on a cross, one in a laboratory.
Day Three is Over.