Scenes from the Medical Apocalypse

I was fortunate enough to survive - so far - a terminal cancer diagnosis (secondary Glioblastoma), which came 15 years after my initial brain tumor diagnosis (neurocytoma). An integral part of surviving something that should - mathematically - have killed me last year is aggressively managing my health and the disease. Which means, perhaps inevitably, that I will be in a large research hospital for any crisis lasting more than a few months (in the event of a complete societal collapse; I will die)(keep that in mind the next time you're in a voting booth). If I'm scheduled for routine maintenance…