Ok. I'm sitting in the hospital waiting room amongst about twenty or so people who are also waiting when the wife of a friend sees me and asks what I'm there for. At this point in my treatment I was waiting to get a scan and hadn't started radiation yet. When I told her why I was there and that I had cancer, she decided to loudly tell me, in earshot of everyone else, that I should have been using a juicer. "Don't you have a juicer?" (Wore it out ten years prior.) "You have to have a juicer." And in some wierd mother knows best tone of voice as she's walking away, something to the effect of "You might not be in this mess if you had a juicer." I looked around me and some folks were looking at me with some sort of a s*&^ *!+=^% smile on thier faces as if to say, "My, wasn't she just so sweet."
AaaaagggHHHHHHHH.