Tonight dinner was kind of a fend-for-yourself kind of night.
So I fended myself a kale salad with the usual toppings – olive oil/lemon/sea salt dressing, grated carrot, cashews, and blueberries. And on the side I had yet another piece of breakfast casserole. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it!
It was nice not to have to cook a big meal on a boot camp night
And for dessert, a little morbidity!
Do You Think We’ll Ever Die?
During our fend-for-yourself dinner, Shane asked me an…interesting… question that, at the time, sounded deeply disturbing:
Do you think we’ll ever die?
Uhhh, hun, do I need to explain how the world works to ya?
Then he went on to explain himself. He meant “we” as in human beings, not just he and I. Apparently there’s an up and coming chemotherapy for cancer that can detect only the cancer cells and completely kill them off (which would be absolutely fantastic.)
Additionally, chemotherapy has only been researched since the 1940’s as well as modern medicine, when the diseases themselves have been around for so much longer. So, if they can have this much advance in medicine in 70 years, then what will we accomplish in 170 years?
Even so, my response was yes, we’ll all die. I’m not one to sit around and think about death, but it’s always been my theory that eventually (long, long term) the human race will die off actually because of a disease – whether it’s a bacteria, virus, or infection, that’s what’s going to do us in in my mind. Shane thinks it will be another ice age.
So yeah, a bit morbid tonight, thus two morbid questions for ya:
Do you think there will ever be a cure for cancer that middle class people can obtain?
How do you think the human race will eventually be wiped out?
And – for those who who completely uncomfortable with this topic: any exciting plans for the weekend?
I’m off to go sit. on. my. butt. It’s going to be fabulous. I think I’ll even add a glass of wine. Things are ch ch ch changing at the BIC all of the sudden (and actually lots of things changing outside the BIC, too,) and it’s been a little stressful. Nothing a little Dirty Soaps, a cuddly fam, and glass of wine can’t cure, though!