A Letter From Tricia

Tricia, who gets home from her mission for our church on February 4th (!!) (and I am stoked to be flying in a couple hours before so that can be there with my family when she walks off that plane), wrote this about a recent teaching experience. {} are mine.

So, last week we had a typical appointment with Skip {who is in his 80s}. Ted {who is also in his 80s and will sometimes join the sisters to help them teach} usually shows up early, so he can socialize, and was already there when we pulled up. We go in and sit down. I notice that Skip looks a little tired so I ask, “Skip why do you look so tired?”

Skip: “Well, I was tested for cancer yesterday.”
Us: “CANCER!! What kind!!?”
Skip: “Prostrate. I feel a little worn out.”
Ted: “They tested your... uhh?”
Skip: “ Yup.”
Ted: “Did they use the finger?
*GASP. USE THE FINGER???? Both me and Sister Munford freeze and avert our eyes to the floor.
Skip: “No, no, they just took it and took a bunch of snipetts out with a gun thingy."
* “IT???” GUN THINGY???
Ted: “ When they checked me they used the good old fashioned way, the finger”
*STOP TALKING ABOUT THE FINGER ALREADY!!!
I glance at Sister Munford and I start to laugh a little bit.
Skip: “Yup, took about 10 samples…”
Ted: “ Boy, that’s really a bummer, I’d be worn out too it somebody did that to me!”
The laughing is contagious and we all start laughing pretty hard. Irene {Skip's g/f} in her infinite wisdom pipes up and says, “ Now boys, watch your language.!”

It was just really funny. I couldn’t believe it. Oh, the joys, the joys!