Eating Muffins in an Agitated Manner

Luminous tags and other paraphenalia

Posted by jukkahoo

I'm well.

Or so my doctor says. Sirpa (sixth!) saw me last Friday and we decided that my lump has melted a bit and will probably continue to do so, and therefore there is no reason for me to continue seeing a doctor on a weekly basis. Next check-up: Ides of Mars.

This has been a bit of a drag: waking up one morning with an irritated lump, just after you've been told you're OK and normal life lurks just around the corner. January was a bad month and February has started with a flu, so things aren't too shiny or happy in Casa Tali. But we shall endeavour to change our combined sour face to something far more cheerful, healthier and positive.

I have also been to a dentist. I don't really want to talk about it.

Have you noticed how gad-awful cold it is?

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I've been reading a bit, not too much since I was a bit on the gloomy side of things and I couldn't be that interested in anything more demanding than tube-watching. I actually watched several dozen episodes of Enterprise. How sad is that? But I did read few books.

Like John Maddox Robert's Hannibal's Children. It's an AH with the point of convergence at the gates of Rome, whilst Hannibal is outside, waiting to get in. And he does. It is a good, solid book, which smells a LOT like Roberts is going to be write a number of novels in this world. I'm personally looking forward to that. No real review here, since it's one of my Kutspah-books for the next Tähtivaeltaja. As is Ian R. McLeod's The Light Years. A superior book that ranks high on my list of great, new speculative fiction books. Something like China Miéville, something like Sean Stewart, something like (ghasp, a Real Author!) Charles Dickens. Look for it, you'll like it too.

Another book I read just recently, is Simon Winchester's The Surgeon of Crowthorne (it is in fact one of our dozen or som BookSale-books, more of that later). This here is a biography of sorts, about two men, who both had a wee bit more than just a bit to do with Oxford English Dictionary. Dr W. C. Minor was a millionaire Civil War (American, that is) surgeon - and a madman and a murderer. Dr James Murray was the editor of OED. Minor moved to London after Civil War and lived in various "ill-reputed areas" of London, before he killed a total stranger and was sentenced to mental institution, since he was considered to be totally bonkers (most probably paranoic schizophrenic). English correctional system had just "invented" humane methods and since Minor was also American, he got sent to a spanking new Broadmoor Asylum. From there he assisted as a volunteer contributor (reading LOADS of books and collecting words from them) of the OED for several years.

Murray was also somewhat oddball himself. Since the family was poor he was forced to quit school when he was 14, but he was so smart and eager to learn more, that at 17, he was the vice-principal of the said school. He also tried to teach Latin to cows and, my personal favourite: "[]...comparing, in lexical terms, the sheep-counting numerology of the Wowenoc Indians of Maine with that of the moorland farmers of Yorkshire". Eventually he managed to find himself with the Best and the Brightest of the British scholars and was finally chosen as the editor of OED.

This is microhistory, interestingly told and with a sensible ratio of serious academic jargon mixed with genial banter and humour. Liked it a lot, not the least because it's rather short (200 pages) and it tells a tale worth telling. Winchester has a good sense of telling a good story instead of the facts (which he also mentions, but on occasion very cursorially). This has all the ingredients for a very nice BBC-drama. Will Self calls this "Tour-de-force", so it must be good.

As said, we went and checked the BookSale last... (Thursday?, no) Friday - and managed to spend far too much money. Not that there was that many really interesting books, but because the Sale-part of this hullabalooza has been lost, probably forever. OK, half-price is good, but if one compares the sale-prices with, let's say six-seven years ago, the gap is huge. Those days you could really make some finds and save a LOT of money, but now - in order to do the same thing - you have wait for the very final days of the Sale and count your blessings. Not that much to write home about, me reckons. I have these few items I'm interested in, but not really that much, that I'd be willing to pay the price that is there right now. We'll see what happens.

And if you don't already own a copy of China Miéville's The Scar, go NOW. Akateeminen is selling for measily €5,90. Buy it, buy two and give the other one as a present.

I went to HKL ticket service at the Railway station and loaded some value to my Travelcard at the counter. The nice woman servicing me decided that I needed new covers for my card (she was right, the old ones were pretty torn) and gave me them. But only after she had taped a luminous tag to it. I kept wondering the need for that the whole time I was sitting on the bus. I keep my Travelcard in my pocketsies, no car (nor the actual driver of any vehicle) can see the reflection from there. What a silly idea! Am I now supposed to  wave the blasted card in my hand while promenading the dark streets and alleys of our fair town? And then I saw the light. Just like with them fri£@$€ng Rose petals!!! By the way, Tuhkis-Yuza is a complete moron, a regular nimcampoop: he figured out the solution in 15 seconds! Ha!

Does anyone know which is the first actual Finnish comic book? And when it came out? I came across this rather delightful sequential picture book today and it is from 1905.

Next weekend promises to include only turkey and more turkey. Syksy is in Finland and Da Prufussionaals are having a real good old honking turkey-film festivities at Nalle's place. Hot diggity dang!

Roses and booksie-wooksies

Posted by jukkahoo

Sari wanted me to write something here, since she feels she has been hogging this weblog for herself and if I don't write something very soon, she'll not be responsible for her actions.  Oh, well.

I've been a tad depressed lately, mainly because this post-infection state isn't really my idea of a good thing. We're (thats I and Maija the Fourth) pretty certain that the lump in my armpit and under the semi-famous scar is just a random post-infection occurence that will eventually wither and cease to exist. But it's still there. And I can feel it and it keeps reminding me of something far more serious and... I don't really know.

Maybe it's more about the fact that as I am well now, that everything that keeps reminding me of the disease has these negative connotations. Even the absolutely brilliant bedspread. Or should I continue calling it quilt? It isn't one you know.

I'm going to go back to the ward 7 every Friday for so long as it takes them to see that the lump is gone. Like Maija said, my lymphoma was very aggressive and I'm still under probation. Anything can happen. Just let's hope nothing will.

Anyway, I finally managed to crack the barcode on this one here. Goddamn! Se Hannu and SariP2 taught the bloody thing to us and in less that ten minutes or s-g, Sari managed to figure it out. It took me almost a whole month! Apparently I'm a ginnious!

I've been cooking again. Ever since I got better and we acquired this dish-washer (I'm certain Sari will write a loving and convoluted tale of how it got it's name RSN), I have been dreading the day when I'm told to start choring the household. So now I have cooked food. And laundred some clothes.

I even managed to re-arrange some of our books (and shelves). Still looking very crowded. I have these two bookcases, but there is no room where to put them! Don't you also hate that? And how about all those interior decorations shows! Have you ever seen a single show with proper bookshelves and books as the problem? Most of these people don't own books, apparently. Or then they must be hiding them away. I once had a workmate who had all her books in her closets. As in hidden. As our apartment is mostly furnished and decorated with books and bookshelves, I find the whole idea somewhat bizarre (like Nikolai, who used to be one, you know).

I'm currently reading a book about collecting books. A great tale, full of insightful reminiscence, think of this like a novel-long version of Boris Hurtta's GoH-speech at Finncon X. Very, very good. (John Baxter: a pound of paper - Confessions of a Book Addict)

Health update

Posted by Sari

So, on Friday Jukka went to have some blood tests done and then we went to see Maija (fourth). She was still hedging on her diagnosis, but is heavily leaning towards the idea that the funny area under the scar is most likely just due to the after effects of the infection. The tests have come clean and the blood indicators are within normal parameters. She did order another visit and a blood-tests on next Friday, just to be on the safe side. Jukka's cancer was so aggressive and quick to spread that they just want to keep close tabs on him for a while.

So it is pretty much business as usual at Casa Tali. I even began renegotiating household chores contract, though in all honesty I have to admit that Jukka pre-emptied some of the need by beginning help with the laundry without any prompting :-)

He is home

Posted by Sari

At least for now... Jukka got back from Hospital on Tuesday and is feeling OKish. He is still on those purple antibiotics he liked so very little earlier, and is going in for tests on Thursday and Friday when the doctors have their weekly meeting. As you might infer, they are still not quite sure what is going on, if it is just a nasty infection or something more insidious. Not that infections in this age of antibiotic resistant bacteria are anything to take lightly. But we'll see what we'll see.

Long time no see

Posted by Sari I know I have not posted for ages, I have not answered e-mails, I have not hung out at my usual hangouts on the net, I have not even SMS:d to people. So this is a collective apology to you all. We had loads of wonderful presents, christmas cards, and whatnot from y'all, and I have just been too tired to do anything about any of them. I promise I will get to it, really. At the moment, just getting the work done seems like a huge effort. The bad news is that Jukka is at hospital again. Hopefully nothing worse than an infection under the operation scar, but it still gets us both down. On Thursday he went back to blood tests as planned, and the infection indicators were way high. So after looking at his arm-pit Maija (four) and James (five) decided it would be better to have surgeon to see it so they sent us to Töölö for a surgical consult. There we had a reunion with the plastic-surgeon-on-call Suvi. Her numerical designation was under dispute but after calculation we decided on -2. So, Suvi (minus two) was of the opinion that operation was not necessary but recommended antibiotics straight to bloodstream. So after waiting around, going out for a kebab, waiting around some more, stopping Jukka from yelling at an innocent X-ray nurse, waiting around even more and finally getting necessary papers, we were off back to the Cancer clinic where they gave Jukka a bed and hooked him up with an IV. And there he is still. The infection indicators have come down, but nobody really knows (or at least tells) what is going on. Also, the smell of the hospital food seems to be enough to trigger his gag reflecses, so I have been doing twice daily supply runs so he gets something to eat. He is felling a bit better, partly I suspect because of the visits by his brother Pasi, my sister Merja and her shiny new boyfriend. I was certain the nurses were going to ask us to tone the laughter down. [A side note: there has been a nasty hospital bacteria doing rounds in Meilahti hospital though not in the Cancer clinic building. Even so, I have been little more careful with hygiene when going in and out of the building. And can I just say how much I love the disinfectant you rub on your hand and leave it there? It makes me feel all clean professional. Such a pity you should really not use anti-bacterial products at home, otherwise I would get tons of it...] Anyway, they may let him come home today or tomorrow, but it is also possible he has to keep taking the antibiotics intraveniously(?), so that would mean a visit from a nurse every six hours. Or that is what Jukka says. Would they really com knocking on our door at 2 a.m.? We'll see... Sari

Our building is on fire

Posted by jukkahoo

But alas, no more.

We were woken up by this infernal noise and flashing of lights by the godawful time of 6something AM. I was pretty much ready to either keep on burying my head under my pillows or go out and kill the blasted caretaker, but then Sari said that there is a bally huge number of firetrucks in our yard and a ladder truck with dozens of firefighters, police, ambulancemen etc. around. Apparently something had happened.

And indeed it had. The apartment above us and then left ie. the one that doesn't exist at groundfloor (with the backdoor entrance and plants) was to blame. Or the woman who lives/d there. I saw her being carried away by four men (ambulance and police), she screaming blue murder either completely out of it or seriously distressed over something, dunno.

The whole thing took about an hour and there was some smoke (and more smell later), but no real flames and such. The firefighters didn't use more than one water truck and the damages, as far as one can see from the ground, seem to have stayed inside the apartment. Good thing too, since I was already rather worried about our books.

We got dressed as soon as possible, but never left the apartment, nor opened the door. We dutifully followed the procedures. I spent a few minutes trying to think what I actually would save from our apartment if the flames would've reached us. I couldn't really think.

Which is somewhat due to the fact that I'm sick. Again.

I was having these little dizzy spells in Turku whilst visiting Hannu and SariP2, but I never thought they were that serious. Then on the way back home last Friday, I realised there was something agog at my left armpit. The one with the scar from the tumor operation. At home, I checked the area and lo! and behold!, it was red (and I mean the scar here, Juha). And apparently infected. I decided to wait until Monday, just in case it would go away (yeah, I know) but as it is the case with these things, By Monday morning I was experiencing more and more wooziness and the skin was continuously red and sore to touch.

And I went to see my doctors. First I went to the lab and then I waited. And waited.

Finally Maija (the fourth) saw me and asked a lot of questions, but finally gave me antibiotics and sleeping pills. Have I mentioned I can't really sleep? Well, I can't. Pills ought to help.

Now I'm looking towards next Thursday (more lab tests and doctors). Antibiotics are for ten days and these sleeping pills are very good. My blood pressure is normal, so no low-level dizzying there. Lab results revealed nothing out of the ordinary, even my infection levels were merely risen, instead of high as we were expecting.

Antibiotics taste bad. This I could've done without.

Irritating

Posted by jukkahoo

I seem to have developed a cough that I can't get rid of. It's not really all that bad, but it manifests itself during nights. As in when I'm trying to sleep. There's also this disgusting taste in my mouth I'm not too fond of. You know, the one that tastes a bit like the lint in your bellybutton, after it has been marinated in some concoction consisting of dairy products gone bad, old socks and rotten fruits. And then some.

It's just a wee bit irritating at the moment. When I have more or less been thru it all and it looks like one of these days my life would (again! happy to say) be like it used to be: occasional bad breath, but nothing that brushing ones teeth wouldn't cure. Or a menthos.

There is also the phlegm. It most likely irritates the throat, thus causing the bleeding cough. Occasionally it gets a bit difficult and I have this ghastly sensation of needing to throw up which soon turns into coughing. Or vice versa (that ABC used to be). Odd, isn't it? And irritating when the writer just leaps off the tangent and does that. But I digress (which I just love to say whenever possible).

Mostly I've been OK. My brother came the other day and tried to carry every single bottle of Wild Cherry Pepsi from SMarket to our apartment. Many a bottle. We also tried this new kebab/pizza service. Not good. Pizza was OK'ish, but kebab was just flat, dull and uninspired. Boring. Avoid Dilber. But with a name like that, most of you probably already have.

I'm going to go shopping. Tuesday that is. Them julklappar. Apparently it's Christmas time. Jopas! And I really need to find something really bright and clever for my sister's kids.

They'll get books. But my mother? And that pesky brother-in-law! (Pesky as in good way.) Anoppi? Appi? My mother, did I mention her? Sister, yep... Difficult.

There are plenty of people to whom it is fun and easy to but presents. They are vocal about what they like, they are easily enthused and world is full of little things and bits that they like. Do you have these problems, my loyal readers? DO you find it easy to buy presents to YOUR loved ones?

Money helps. Adequate sum of money (like, say €25 000) would easily solve all my problems. Present-wise.

End of rant. I'll go and brush my teeth again and try to go back to sleep. Nighty-night and seasonal groanings!

Hei Eija!

Credo quia est impossibile

Posted by jukkahoo

Wahuu! Viimeinen sytostaatti on jo kaukana menneisyydessä, eikä seuraavaa ole tulossa herran tieköön. Hyvä meidän jengi!

Meni itse asiassa loppujen lopuksi ja enemmänkin kuin uskoinkaan paremmin, kuin luvattiin. Ei etteikö olisi paha olla tai oksettaisi aina välillä ihan niin ku sillee, mutta ainakaan ei tunnu nyt (nok nok, kuka siellä? nokkaeläin) niiiin pahalta kuin edelliskerran jäljiltä (ja sairaalassa ollessa). Luulen että hyvinvointilääkkeillä oli osansa pelissä. (Miksi niitä nimitetään pahoinvointilääkkeiksi? Haluaako joku to-DEL-lakin voida pahoin ehdoin tahdoin? - hän sanoi miettien seuraavia sangollisia alkkomahoolia synttäreiden ja joulun kunniaksi..., tai siis onhan mulla näitä lääkkeitä tosin aika PALJON, heh heh heh)

Seuraava virallinen sairaalaakäynti tapahtuu 19. joulukuuta ja silloin isketään taas verta. Se on mafian jälkeinen päivä ja jo ihmettelin kuinka paljon alkomahoolilla veressä on vaikutusta. Ei kuulemma juurikaan. Kunhan hengitys ei haise valkosipulilta, niin laboranttikin tykkää, eikä ns. "etsi" sitä suonta... Hauskaa sairaalahuumoria.

Sitten onkin seuraamusten ajankohta kaukainen maaliskuun idus. Hyvää syntymäpäivää veriveljeni.

Tuomo (kolmas) antoi hyvän neuvon tai oikeastaan hoitoohjeen:

"Juuri nyt, loppuelämä voi odottaa." Eli seuraavat kuusi viikkoa, joka on sellainen terveeksi julistetun syöpäpotilaan rauhoitusaika, minä aion olla ja ottaa asiantilan rennosti ja juuri niin kuin minä haluan.

Doctor's orders, you see.

"The rest of the life can wait right now." As said by my doctor Tuomo (the Third), meaning that I ought to take the next six weeks off, minding my own business, taking my time, listening what my body tells me and generally - relax, regroup and get ready for the world Out There.

I'm happy, slightly nauseous, but hey! - what's new about that? Then.

I'll be hovering at home for few days now, hopefully feeling better after the weekend and then I'll start growing my hair. Other things:

- go eat sushi at a proper sushi-place, anyone interested accompanying?
- movies, haven't seen them in ages.
- meeting with the king in 19th...
- divarikierros
- buy all the available Wild Cherry Pepsi bottles from the S-Market (High Priority this one !!!) It's evidently a seasonal product. What, like for winter?

Otherwise, I'm going to take it verrrrra sllllooooouuu.

The unveiling of the NAME of the Dishwasher Approacheth! 

Happy Hanukkah!

Things that have happened

Posted by jukkahoo

I have a lot to write about. I'll start from the beginning:

First there was light and somebody said: "Congratulations Mrs Halme, it's a boy!"

Hang on! That never happened (or not like that anyway)!!! I'm fairly certain the midwife/doctor/nurse who helped to deliver into this world, spoke perfect Finnish. And I'm certain that I have no idea what happened then (almost 36 years ago) and whether the nurse in Q was as enthusiastic as I may have portrayed her here. Then again, the exclaimer may have been a man. Who knows? ("Who cares?", said the bored reader.)

Exactly! What are you doing here reading my blog, when you ought to be viewing your new The Two Towers DVD! I have only managed to get thru most appendixes plus the the part with audio commentaries. But since I'm eating these pills that supposedly make one drowsy....snore...

SO it was last Friday and the Glorious Llama del Oro Cup was under way. To those of you who neither speak Spanish, nor know the intricasies of the Finnish SF Tabletop Hockey Federation, a word. The Golden Llama Cup is an Annual Receptional Tournament where only the best and brightest (and living in Helsinki Metropolitan area) tabletop hockey players gather and test their prowess. There will be a linkki to the results and numbers in due time (maybe next year...) The most important thing to tell here is that the Games was a resounding succéss and that the Llama del Oro has a new home (Thanks to Vesa Lehtimäki, the former Champion, who had to withdraw at the last minute), SO congratulations, Supreme Commander!!! Also in need (more that deservedly) of congrats is the ever fluviuos and incongruent Pelimies, whom held us all agog by defeating an opponent!

Saturday was not that important. I may have slept quite a lot due to some icky bonepains from the Neupogen.

Sunday was the Official Day of Culture. We managed to raise our butts from the sofas, where we had more or less been layabouting since the 18th (which should have been the original TTT-DVD -release date, but NOOOOO! You bloody Germans!!!) and headed to Malmitalo in order to catch our lovely neighbour Fionna and her company's (The Finn-Britt Players) rendition of Beautiful Bodies. It is a chick-play about six thirtysomething friends who are facing the future a bit hard; having a baby, breaking up a relationship, finding a new guy, unable to let go of something that most probably doesn't exist anymore and so on. I liked, not necessarily loved it, but I was most pleasantly surprised by the professionalism of the actors. You guys we're very good!!! I was especially taken by the Queen Bitch Martha, who had most of the best lines. And boy, was she mean or wot?

The play was funny, but had some disturbingly strong images of loss and pain, which complemented the overall chick-ness of things. I mostly smiled a lot. I guess I had to dampen my hilarity a bit, since when I and/or BRIAN BLESSED start to laugh, the play stops and the actors turn to me/us.

After the show I took a cab and managed to get to the DDR Ice Rink in time to see how HIFK ruled the first period as We wanted (I sincerily cannot fathom how the officials managed to get four Blues shots against El Greco???). In the end We did win it by 2 to 1, but it should have been a massacre.

Monday was early. I had to get to the Cancer Clinic by half 9, so that I could be at the Surgical hospital at nine time and get meself a CT Scan. Kexy called me just before I was getting ready to go to the blood test in Meilahti and said that she could drive me to Downtown, where the Surgical Hospital is. As it happens, 9AM doesn't mean 9AM. Neither does it mean 9.15 or 9.30, or even 10AM. What it meant was, that I had to wait for an E.R. patient (of course, THAT goes without saying) and suffer the relative indignity of being stabbed by some very pointy and sharp thingies by a nurse and three doctors, who tried in vain to find a vein from my arms... (there's a wordplay there...heh). FINALLY the Head of the Anesthesiology found one and I was ready to go and be scanned. The vein was pumped with "varjoaine" (contrast medium?) BTW.

Tuesday I went back ho the hospital and redied myself for the sixth chemo session. To put it bluntly: this one was the most disgusting yet and I felt miserable and sick the whole time. Almost projectile vomiting and constant nause. This really would have taken the cake, if not for the news...

I DO NOT CONTAIN CANCEROUS CELLS!

I may contain multitudes as well and free radicals, but as far as my computer tomography pictures show I do not have cancer.

The future promises (still - sigh!) yet another chemo (number 7) but then it's gonna be follow-ups, meaning blood tests and scans. And maybe, maybe in 2008 I'll be all right. Feel free to congratulate me!

Making a list

Posted by Sari

There are about a dozen subjects I have thought I should blog about during the last week or so, but I tend to forget everything when I am actually in front of the machine. Some of them however are:

1) Google Trackbacks. Most of ours are very mundane and logical kind: people who know about the blog and try to find it, or people who are looking for information about cancer in general or lymphoma in particular and stumble to the site on the page four or six or whatever on google. One of the most popular click-throughs has resulted from the fact that there are other people in this world besides me who tend to misspell Caribbean and get sent here in search of info an a certain movie. But then there are the few quite original ones. Like "Liver and hair growth" and "feeling like shit".  I can proudly inform you that looking for the latter in Finnish (paska olo) Muffins is the second hit in Finnish google.  I am also thinking that the someone who was directed here by a search of roughly something like "held prisoner in bed" did not exactly get what s/he was after :-)

2) A paean to Dr James. She (yes she, this time I am not making a pronoun mistake. James is her surname, but somehow we just got into habit of calling her just James)  is just the greatest doctor we could wish for. Its not like our doctors one through four and six were in any way bad, quite the contrary, but with James, we both just "clicked". She has a great sense of humor, seems interested in her patients and is very good at inspiring confidence. So go James, say we :-)

3) Ultraviolet. Has any of you seen this British vampire series from 1998? I just borrowed the DVD from Tarja few weeks back and thought it was excellent.  Dramatic tension and ambiguity held through all six episodes and, despite going all technobabble on vampire mythos, the series has that indefineable British feeling of "real" that American series lack. And for my fellow Austenites: the female lead is played by Susannah Harker. Now if they only had had English subtitles for hearing impaired I would have been completely happy. As it was Jack Davenport mumbles so badly that sometimes I just could not understand what he was saying...

4) Prince of the Rockies Rocks! I know this has been mentioned before but I just want to reiterate how much fun the film (and the making of it) was. This is the amateur western our friends Petri and Hannele shot last summer. Jukka plays a really stupid sidekick to the villain; Mika P (purveyor of excellent H.A.D -ware) was a tribe of Cheyenne indians, my mother (aged 69 and with two artificial hip-joints) was the stunt rider for the production, and the horse (of course) was our Palantir. Rio Bravo it ain't but even after seeing a number of rough cuts, the finished end-result is nothing to be ashamed of. The priemiere yesterday was a resounding and deserved success.

5) I have been reading up on how exactly does chemotherapy stop cells from multiplying, heady stuff for a humanist I can tell you. Anyone know a good primer to cellular biology? Anyway, and now I have to switch to Finnish because no way in Hell am I going to translate this. Eli sivuvaikutuksiltaan ehkä rajuin Jukan saamista systostaateista on Doksorubisiini josta Farmakologia and Toksikologia teos sanoo luvussa "kasvainten kemoterapiaa" mm. seuraavaa (obs PDF-dokkari): "Keskimmäisten renkaiden kinoni- ja hydrokinonirakenteen takia doksorubisiini voi luovuttaa ja vastaanottaa elektronin ja muodostaa vapaita radikaaleja, jotka reagoivat hapen kanssa muodostaen superoksidin." Toisesta sytostaatista, Syklofosamidista samainen tietolähteeni sanoo seuraavaa: "Sellaisenaan syklofosfamidi on inaktiivinen, mutta maksan mikrosomaalisen sytokromi P450 -järjestelmän avulla se aktivoituu useiksi metaboliiteiksi. 4-hydroksisyklofosfamidi ja aldofosfamidi diffundoituvat hyvin intrasellulaaritilaan jossa niistä muodostuu fosforamidisinappikaasua, sytotoksisen vaikutuksen kannalta tärkeintä metaboliittia."  Tapani voi ehkä kertoa mitä se oikeasti tarkoittaa mutta Jukka oli lähinnä hyvin otettu siitä että hänessä on siis sekä vapaita radikaaleja, superoksideja että sinappikaasua. Hän on jo suunnittelemassa uutta supersankariuniformua...

Okay, not exactly a dozen but  it is a start.