Kick 'Em While They're Down

Yesterday was pick on Melissa day in the radiation waiting room. One (senile) woman kept remarking about my risque dress. It really doesn't get more June Cleaver conservative than what I was wearing, so she had me wondering if something was hanging out that shouldn't have been. Then I just decided she's crazy. I changed into my hospital gown and was waiting for my turn in the big bug zapper when the patient before me came out and said "Oh, do you have breast cancer, too?" "Yes," I said, while keeping my arms crossed firmly across my chest to keep my gown on. "Oh, and you're pregnant, too," she said. "How did you make it through chemo while pregnant?" "Nope, not pregnant, apparently just fat." At this point I could hear the rad techs laughing on the other side so I tried to go, but she then wanted to compare hair growth with me. I'm sorry, but you missed your chance to be my buddy when you said I was pregnant. Some people should just keep their mouths shut!