Thanks for this story. It clarified a lot for me. For instance: I now know why the doctor treating my brother for glioblastoma, at a renowned cancer center, couldn't look my brother in the eye and treat him with respect. The doc was obviously trying to remember the words to Dr. Perry's brain tumor song. And maybe it was the horrible stress of making over 200K+ a year, that caused my brother's oncologyst to call my sister-in-law two weeks after my brother died to demand an explanation as to why my brother missed his appointment.
This story is indicative of the endemic lack of sensitivity regarding humane treatment of patients and their families within the higher eschelon of the medical community. The fact that the lead practitioner of this group of interns wanted more humor shows just how badly out of touch these people are. Obviously reaffirmation of the mantra by these cartesian myrmadons, " I think, therefore I am the center of the universe", is the main focus of medical school. If Dr. Perry has a problem with stress, I suggest an indefinite stay at a hospice taking care of brain tumor patients to put it all in perspective.