Yesterday, after waiting nearly an hour for my oncologist appointment, the intern came in and did a cursory examination. He interrupted me twice as I tried to bring him up to date, saying that I had had a double mastectomy, and he curtly said, “Yes, I know.” As he finished, he looked at me and said, “Dr. X will be in in a few minutes to examine your breasts.”
It was all we could do to not break out laughing while he was still in the room.
I mean, YOU all know that a double mastectomy means that I don’t have any breasts anymore, right?