A similar thing happened to us but since the RO had just bumped up my fentanyl patch plus I had popped some oxycodone, it struck me as amusing. The look on my visitor's face when I asked "So, I can count on you then to come to my funeral?" was priceless.

Don't forget, my cancer came back in a year, but I have not gone anywhere, quick or slow, and am still here. No reason this won't just be a fading memory years from now. Of course your story illustrates exactly why this thread was started. People just don't know what to say or do when they meet a cancer patient in real life instead of seeing one on a TV drama show.
Charm