well, I don't have cancer. I had my check-up and news on the biopsy from the "suspicious" mole that I had removed from off the cusp my Buttocks. Ya know, it's an unusual thing being in a cancer doctors office. My first visit I was the only patient there so nothing really stood out to me. But yesterday was different. There were 3 other patients in the office and my first thought was "oh great, he's behind and now I am going to be be here forever. GEEZ!" then the reality of that moment sunk in deep and hard. "why are they here? Do they have cancer? Are they dying? Are they awaiting the news of their biopsy too? There is nothing more terminal than the office of a Cancer Doctor.
It really had me thinking and being grateful all day- well up until the moment when I went to pay my bill. The Dr's secretary has the most gigantic mole on the side of her head. I mean HUGE! It's above her left eyebrow and must stand off of her head at a good 1/2 inch or so. All I could think of was the scene in Uncle Buck when he flips the secretary a quarter and tells her to "go downtown and have a rat gnaw that thing off!"
AND that mole doesn't look suspicious? HUH- It was more suspicious than a pregnant nun! Lady, you work for a doctor who can "punch biopsy" that meatball from your head in 2 minutes flat. It probably has it's own weather system. Oh wait, is it your other twin-did I see you on Discovery "My twin inside of me?"
OK I am totally going to burn for this but at least we know that when I do die, it won't be due to complications of butt cancer- or complications following my assectomy. :)