In seven days, it went from a dime-size blister to half a softball on the side of her face.

You wouldn't think $2 1/2 would be the size of a dime, but it is.

The first one on the jaw we call 'Brutus' because he's the big mean guy, and then she has a sugar-cube size tumor on the lining of her lung.

And I could see the relief on my own 16-year-old daughter's face. She's a softball player, and she will not have to conform to the stereotypical view of what a female should be, of the unattainable body type that has been promoted for decades.

Happy Days.

Guys like me on the investor side are a dime a dozen.