2) The time I was about a month into chemo, in an examining room with one of those patient smocks on, waiting for my oncologist. So I was just sitting there when I hear a doctor yell down the hall—and I mean yell, “Have you ever met someone who was still alive after 30 years?!” to which I hear a slightly quieter, but still quite audible voice reply, “No. I mean twenty years, maybe. But that’s pushing it.” The first voice went on to talk about how—wow! He’d just seen a patient who was 70, still alive for 30 years after her cancer diagnosis! And how amazing that was. I don’t know what kind of cancer the two were talking about. And yeah ok hearing “twenty years, maybe” is better than “ten years, maybe” or “five years, maybe.” Etc. But you have got to be fucking kidding me. Two doctors in a fucking cancer center yelling anything like that down a hall filled with bald and sick and tired and probably really fucking scared cancer patients. Etc. Hall of fucking shame.