Hamsters?

You'll think I'm yanking your chain after you read this story but it's all true. I've written about my neighbor before, the man who's the most interesting person I've ever met. He's the one who has played golf with Arnold Palmer, Sean Connery, Whitey Ford and Mickey Mantle(both men drank a case of beer each). He was first team all-state in football and basketball and runner-up in the high hurdles to the eventual gold medal winner in the 1956  Melbourne Summer Olympic games. In addition, he was a starting guard on the 1958 Ohio State football team that won the national championship under the coaching of the legendary Woody Hayes. After graduation he became the head frosh coach at Ohio State while, at the same time, attending dental school. I find this in itself amazing.
Fast forward to 2011. This man was diagnosed with a terminal melanoma. He developed a tumor on his shoulder the size of a tennis ball and it looked ugly; mid-1300 Bubonic Plague ugly. I visited one night and he was writing his obituary. Last spring he attended the Buckeye Spring football game, fell on his shoulder, and broke it. They couldn't do surgery because the break was where the tumor was located. Get this. The tumor has shrunk to the size of a large marble. His story and treatment is now being written about in a number of medical journals. I am not a doctor so I'm not familiar with the medical details of the treatment. As a Phys Ed Major the closest I got to medicine was taping a sprained ankle but as I understand it my neighbor is receiving injections from---I am snickering---he is receiving injections of ovaries from hamsters. I'm not kidding; hamster ovaries. I'd venture to say this was an experimental and desperation procedure.
I asked him if there were any side effects and he told me, "None that he knew about except for some unknown reason he has developed a tremendous fear of cats".
In the face of death it's always best to keep a sense of humor.