while I waited for my MRI in my oh so attractive medical gown, I chatted with a vivacious woman in her seventies. When I told her why I was there, she said, "Oh, I had breast cancer twenty years ago. It's a big nuisance! It takes about a year to get used to everything--the stress, the worry, the procedures--so just plan on writing off a year." She was hoping her knee pain was due to "decrepidousity" rather than a recurrance of cancer.
she wished me luck. I wished her luck.