Either doctors lead very boring lives, or I must be a very talented, but undiscovered, comedic great. In the last 6 months, I don't think there has been a single doctor I have met who did not laugh at my circumstances - in a nice way, of course.

Take this conversation when I was trying to relate the story of THE DISCOVERY OF THE LUMP.

Me: I discovered it after a massage in Shanghai.
Doctor (impressed): A massage? Wow, it must have been some massage. Was it a male masseuse?

Next there was the POST-OPERATIVE GET OUT OF BED drama.

Doctor: Ok, let's see if you can get out of bed.
Me: Oh no, doctor, it's too painful, I want to stay in bed.
Doctor (with jovial bellow): What?!!! Your pain threshold must be under water!


Then there was the MYSTERY OF THE SWOLLEN LEGS.

Doctor: Is your right thigh bigger than your left?
Me: Err, well, they are both big so I cannot tell.
Doctor (sniggering): No, no, I did not mean to give offense!

Then there is the MYSTERY OF THE BULGING RIGHT BICEP

Me: Doctor, my right bicep is swelling. Could this be lymphoedema?
Doctor (after examining entire arm and hands): Nothing, what. I'm afraid it is just your muscle that is three cms larger than in the other arm (doubled over in laughter).

And today, there was NEXT-GEN BOTOX.

Doctor (gesturing to nurse leaving room): How old do you think she is?
Me: Um, 45?
Doctor: When we ask that sort of question, we mean that the person is either much older or much younger.
Me: Ok, 52?
Doctor (looking exasperated): She is 69.
Me: Really? Wow, she is in very good shape!
Doctor (straight-faced): Yes, must be the radiation...
Me: No kidding, what sort of treatment is that?
Doctor (speechless, doubled over on his desk and laughing).


Ah well, into every cancer journey some levity must fall! I guess this is what they call a bedside manner - hahahahaha!