Final days of chemotherapy. Yes there will be nausea, vomiting, crying… I may cause a diversion and run out of the hospital, but first order of business is securing a private room. There are only five. Which means I have to beat out 27 80 year old cancer victims.
I have money and I am ambulatory, so put your money on me.
Oh, yes… coma dude in the iron lung… it’s on.