Today, for the first time in a long, long time, I did the ol’ accidentally-hit-reply-all thing… and ended up sending a profanity-filled rant to one of my best friends and the director of radiation oncology. Worse still, I had no idea I had done it until said director wrote back to me, pointing out my electronic error.

Lucky for me, the profanities weren’t directed towards the radiation oncologists. The original email just served as the launching point for my rant, and that may be the only thing that saves my bacon. I can’t say that that makes me feel all that much better about dropping the F-bomb — twice — to the woman who runs a dozen radiation protocols at my hospital and who mentors all my learning about the use of radiation in cancer care, though. I’m sure that she’s filed it away in her in-case-I-need-to-use-it folder; God knows I’d do that!