The strange case of the cancer freezer

Schrodinger’s bacon

We have a deep freeze in our basement.

I call it the cancer freezer.

Ya see, if you don’t have a deep freeze when a family member gets cancer, it should be the first item on your list.

Sure looking for a good oncologist is one item on your to do list.

The priority however needs to be the freezer.

How else are you going to handle the oncoming food onslaught?

Where else do you put the many lasagnes that you’ll come home to discover hiding in the bushes waiting to steal your wallet.

Don’t let me confuse you. Cancer’s not all freezer cheese and having sex with a bald person.

You sometimes end up with soups and casseroles as well.

Despite the fact that Laura’s been out of treatments for a dozen or so years, we still have the cancer freezer.

I think we even saved a lasagne from Steve, just for shits and giggles.

But that freezer?

It’s a mystery box

In addition to acting as a deep freeze, it’s main role is to act as a shelf for cases of pop, bags of protein powder and the big bins that hold four or other…