I go to my annual eye appointment. Meet my new doctor. A rather routine examination takes place. It's only been a year. At the end, she asks me if any new health developments have occurred in the past year. I tell her of my cancer diagnosis. She asks of my prognosis. I tell her. She replies, "And you're here getting your eyes examed?" I sorta laugh and say, "I guess, I want see my best in my final days." She sorta laughs. Then apologizes. I say it's OK. I don't mind gallows humor. Then I go the check out and I find next appointment is "beyond my prognosis."
I guess I ain't coming back?
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