Mom called me yesterday afternoon from her hospital room—we are bringing her home today, and I couldn't be more excited. In the next few days we'll know if she's prone to this experimental chemotherapy's side effects.

Anyway, she called to tell me that she ordered fruit with her dinner even though she isn't much on apples, the typical hospital menu definition of fruit. "That way, if you get hungry while you're here tomorrow, I'll have a snack for you!" She was so excited at this, and I paused with charm as she continued, "I'll have a banana from breakfast tomorrow for you too!"