WARNING: Radioactive Cancer Patient

So there I was waiting for the flight at Detroit, in lounge with free wireless (I love this part, hopefully we get that fixed in India). The server walks by and offers coffee and I tell him that I don't want any.
"Not good for my liver, you know!", he did not.
The neighbor with Sony VAIO (NwSV) suddenly gets interested.
"Does coffee really affect the liver?, I did not know that!". But of course!
I hate explanations, especially the one's involving my liver, but I play the ball. Thanks to my stupid corporate travel desk I have time to kill (well..er literally). We went through detailed discussion of how caffeine is harmful to some body organs while beneficial for others. Actually during the course I did not talk about my sickness, but towards the end we got talking about life of globetrotters. I talked about my experiences and how it is increasingly difficult for health challenged people like me to carry on. This point onwards the discussion went south.
"So what's wrong with you?", this was a big hint, but I missed it. I blame it on the cancer drugs, they make you fuzzy at times. I explained with some highlights (ever the consultant, never fails). The NwSV now is more interested, concerned almost, takes pain to explain that it is all right and I will survive and how someone he knew survived all right. I agreed, also explained how doctors don't like to see me anymore.
"Hmm, so what is the treatment?", NwSV.
"Nuclear medicines, with radioactive isotopes", I had to be honest.
"Side effects?"
"Well nothing for me, but the radiation is harmful to the people who are in close contact with me."
"Like how close?"

"Almost anybody in 10 feet range for more than 2 hours".

Now NwSV got suddenly alert, it was almost time for his flight. Yeah, I understand.
"Don't get me wrong, it is just that security checks nowadays, you know!"
Yes, of course. He practically rushed out.
I am seriously thinking of getting T-shirts done with radioactivity message. I have to make sure others are warned.

Return of Cancer Part 1

For two months I almost forgot that I have life threatening disease. Getting back into the work, giving solutions, discussing office gossip, drinking free coffee in workplace, all these things are hugely distracting. In a way that is good, my doctor advised me to 'live normal life', well doc this is as normal as it gets. One of my friend commented that working late is 'not-normal', of course he does not know a computer from microwave and the kind of stuff you have to do make computers run.
So there I was happy in my little life, thinking that I survived one big operation and its aftermath, but cancer is like waves of the sea on a sunny beach (pretty ironic, eh?), it keeps coming back at you, wave after wave after wave. After another set of scans and consulting trips, doctor anounces that we have one more operation to go, but he is not sure where. The primary has to be removed.
I asked in my naive ways, "what are you going to operate, if you don't know where?"
He says, "I will feel it by hand".
"No thanks, Mr. Oncology Surgeon, nobody is going to feel my small intestine any time soon".
I mean there is a limit how much physical one can get and I know this guy only for past three months. Even I, a sexually suppressed Indian male, was not going to allow him to do the job on me second time. So now we are exploring alternative treatement, like advanced nuclear medicine therapy. It will take its own time but I will have to do it. I do not know what the end result will be but the fight with cancer now looks like a boring sequel to a good movie. Another consulting doctor told me that it is going to be a really long fight.
Ok, so we are running Return of Cancer Part 1, Coming to the theater near you, and then there would be Part 2, 3, 4, etc. unless of course the hero 'retires' with a large pension and insurance benefits for the family, or worse, survives and writes a 1000 pages biography (I think I have sufficient material to last 924 pages).