It’s the truth.
Mom had thyroid cancer when I was a wee lad, and beat it, or so everyone thought. A couple of years ago it was discovered the cancer had survived. She underwent treatment with radioactive iodine at a hospital in Dallas, during which time she was sequestered in a radiation ward and we were not allowed to visit her. They had to dispose of her urine as both a biological and a radiological hazard. The treatment, though unpleasant, was successful and the cancer was beaten. A side-effect, however, was that Mom developed a hypersensitive olfactory ability–SUPER SMELL! She’d always had a pretty good sniffer, but now it’s nearly supernatural.
Like all super-powers, Mom’s super-sniffer has been both blessing and curse. On the one hand, she loves to cook and her new hypernose has enhanced her appreciation for the fragrant aromas involved; on the other, she couldn’t sleep on her fancy expensive Tempurpedic mattress for several months after purchase because of the VOCs it outgassed; most people can’t even detect this smell after a week. I certainly couldn’t. Likewise, the smell of potpourri or artificial air freshener is so strong that it sickens her, and she cannot stay indoors with it. This has caused more than one embarassment at a party.
Still, in spite of the hardships fostered by her newfound ability, Mom continues to use her powers for good. Perhaps next Mother’s Day I’ll get her a costume.