I had to go to the hospital yesterday for an x-ray. I brought a book with me to read in the waiting room. I know, smart cookie. Anyway, I looked up from my book yesterday when a young man (wanted to say “kid”) sat down next to me. He was in his 20’s, I’d say. He had placed two containers of a “smoothie” type substance on the table between us. I saw that they were “berry-flavored” and made some kind of smart-ass comment about that. Something like “ooh, berry!” He laughed.
We then went on for a few minutes talking about the faking of flavors in medical products and how it never works. That his drink was now just berry tinged chalk. I thought it was for a gastrointestinal test of some sort.
The person at the desk calls him up to answer a phone call. He comes back to me and says “Yeah, I just got permission to drink my berry radiation treatment at home!”
I smiled. Sweetly, sadly, emotionally. Here’s a kid (younger than me equals kid) with cancer and we’re cracking jokes. I guess that’s good. It also goes to show you why sometimes you should just shut the hell up and keep your sarcasm to yourself. I don’t think this was a faux-pas, at least not in his eyes. I hope he just thought “hey, some goofy lady made me laugh today at radiation treatment.”
Here’s to you, kid. Please, take care of yourself. Get better. Beat it. Whatever the “it” is.