I mean some doctor told me I had six months to live and I went to their funeral.
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When I was a child, doctors sent my grandmother home in a wheelchair to die. Diagnosed with end-stage heart disease, she already had so much scar tissue from bypass operations that the surgeons had essentially run out of plumbing. There was nothing more to do, they said; her life was over at 65.
I have been unexpectedly confronted with my own mortality as I was told that I had cancer.
The thing you see in survivors is that they express feelings - I won't say some of the things they tell their doctors, when doctors tell them they're going to die in six months. Boy, do they let the doctor know how they feel about that statement.
A doctor gave a man six months to live. The man couldn't pay his bill, so he gave him another six months.
I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.
My dad was a doctor, but he was just always, like, going from hospital to hospital for some reason.
I asked my doctor how many more years I have left and he said, 'You're too ornery to die.'
My dad was diagnosed with cancer, so we ended up burying him a year to the day that he was diagnosed.
When I was born, I was effectively dead. Weird, I know. The doctors couldn't get any reaction from me, so I had to be brought round, and although it seemed like I was okay, there were underlying problems.
My doctor gave me six months to live, but when I couldn't pay the bill he gave me six months more.