Background: Oncologists, if they could, would seal their chemo patients in a bubble until the last cycle. Anything that sounds like 'I'm going to get all germy' makes them squirm...
So, of course Hubby and I were talking about how to torment my oncologist...
We began with a discussion of sitting in the hot tub at the gym-- which is pretty germ-filled, but feels SO good.
The best we came up with was, "I think I'll go to Tijuanna and get a tattoo... on my left arm."
or, just having one penned onto my left arm before an appointment.... a nice, complex one with lots of colors.
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