Sunday, Rob, Jacob, Gabrielle, and I had the opportunity to drive to the Conference Center in downtown Salt Lake to hear the "Music & the Spoken Word" broadcast as well as a mini concert.

The two guests were: Natalie Cole and David McCullough (of the book 1442 fame). After the concert (which was lovely, by the way), we were talking about it.

Jacob said, "Wait! Isn't her Dad famous?" referring to Natalie Cole.

We said, "Yes."

"Oh, yeah. There was a poem written about him. 'Old Nat Cole'..."

I had a hard time not laughing too much. It was so cute. I explained it to him better. I can see that we are not teaching our children all that we can about music. Hmmm.

Later that day at dinner, we told the kids that Rob was going to get his PET scan the next day. Jacob was funny. He said, "Oh great, another cry session at Grandma's."

Very apropos. (Only this time, it was at our home.)

Oh, in case you haven't heard: Rob's PET scan? It is kind of crappy. He has new growth on both sides (left and right lungs) and the spots that were there in September are getting bigger. We are meeting his oncologist on Thursday to see what is next. I will be updating the blog (hairlessinsaltlake.blogspot.com) either on Thursday evening or Friday morning.

When I think about it, I want to throw up. This is lame. All I can say.

On a much happier note, our Cancun trip was beyond fabulous. There are not words to describe how beautiful the ocean and sand are there. We had so much fun. It was a much-needed holiday together. If I can pull myself together, I will put together a slide show and upload it.

As you may remember, Rob's cancer came back. The doctors have been stumped as to how it got there in the first place, let alone returned. After countless tests, hypotheses, and the proverbial head-scratching - we now know what has caused Rob's cancer.

Let me back up a bit before I let you know the etiology of the cancer. Yesterday, we were sitting in an office of a social worker to determine whether my children needed any additional sessions. (I have been worried that they needed to see someone to discuss their worries.) Out of nowhere, Noah tells the short-but-sweet-story of Rob, the sculptor.

Daddy used to have a studio for his art. A giant came along and squashed the studio into little pieces. After that, he squirted cancer all over him.

So - to sum up the confusion that has gripped so many medical professionals: giants are real and they cause cancer. Their modus operandi is to squash art studios & wield cancer-squirting weapons.

Next mystery?

Yesterday, we went to Rob's oncology appointment. As you may (or not) know, his scan came back CLEAN!

Rob's doc told us that since his cancer has not reoccurred during the first two years after diagnosis; the likelihood of his cancer reoccuring after that is below twenty percent. We were thrilled to hear that.

The oncologist sat with us for 30 minutes and answered questions that we have asked more than once. He is fabulous. I would recommend him to anyone (hopefully, I don't have to, though).

July 26 marks the two-year mark. Can you believe that two years ago he was diagnosed? Neither can we. That first year felt like two. Funny how that works.

We have decided to add an additional year to our marriage - to celebrate that extra-long year.