We sat in the doctor's office. The doctor looked at us with a straight face and said,
"You have pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis."
"What?!" I said not knowing what the **** he was talking about.
"You have pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis." The doctor repeated.
"Is it serious?" I asked.
"It's incurable, you are going to die." the doctor continued obviously not knowing
what the term "Bedside manner" means.
"What!?" I said again.
"There's no cure. We will try to make you comfortable in the time you have remaining?" The doctor went on.
"What!?" I repeated completely in shock.
"You should probably get your affairs in order." the doctor said finally.
"How long do I have?" I begged.
"It's hard to say, maybe a decade or 2, Maybe less" The doctor answered.
"What!?" I responded.