The first oncologist...

Dear B,
   I went to speak with Dr.Alfred Neugut. He was the first oncologist I talked to. He looked like he was in his late 60's. He had a little hair on the side, barely any on his head but most hair coming out of his nose as it constantly dripped as he talked.
Dr.N basically liked to talk about his specialty different type of cancer treatments breast, colocretal and ovarian. He looked at my records jotted some information down. Then he told and few pictures to explain my cancer. It took him a few minutes. He told me I was lucky to come in so early usually there is almost an hour to wait. Dr. N said I was lucky to not have to wait so long. Something had come up with one of his cancer patients.  ( I laugh silently and perhaps the others thought the same in the room) I was in the room with a female Dr.,(there to observe him) my friend Liz (my buddy support system) and a nurse that came in periodically.(Debbie I think her name was)
As hes wanted to I gave him a chance to give his spiel. He said I pretty much know what all it intails. Dr.N procedures to estimate the better chances of chemo. to not have remission.  It according to him has inflated numbers more and less. I have a survival rate of 46% and chemo increases it to 48% . Of course no direct figures just estimates. My theory is that there is not a ratio of range to fit the prediction. According to the stats 4 out of 12 (can not be less than 12) lymph nodes containing cancer cells is the same as 4 out of 34. I think they should have better numbers or ratio that was my piece of mind.
   My friend Liz asked about alternative or complementary therapies that would work with the chemotherapy.  Dr.N said it was "bullshit". I think a raindrop may have cried when I heard this. She then asked about group support and counselors. To no avail.Dr. N fling his had and said Debbie will take care of it.She knows about these things.Ok so the dead ringer is that after his arrogance has passed he got up using his apple iphone and answered a txt in front of me. and he smells pew pew.