My mother has late stage stomach cancer. Today, a fat piece of shit ham caused her to fall down while at the doctor's. Now, I'm not one to usually post here, mostly just a lurker. But I really need to get this off my chest.  My mother is suffering from stage IV stomach cancer and has been since October of last year. When she finished up her first round of chemotherapy in March the cancer immediately spread even further. After surgery for what she described as intense stomach pain, the doctors determined that she was terminally ill since her colon was riddled with tumors blocking any ability to digest food. So since then my sister and I have been taking care of her on what they call "home health care", which differs from hospice because we are still able to give her slight amounts of nutrition through an IV. So that's the background. On to the story. Today my mother had her monthly check up with her doctor. These appointments consist of nothing but checking vitals and telling us what we already know, that there's nothing that can be done. My mom can barely walk as her entire lower half is swollen to the brim with excess fluids. She refuses to use a wheelchair because she's too proud so either me or my sister have to act as a cane to keep her up while she shuffles around. While my sister went to check her in, I looked for a place to sit with my mom. This is a relatively small waiting room and every seat was taken, save for a bench in the corner.  However, in front of this bench was a fat fucking piece of shit using a double-wide wheelchair talking on her cellphone. From what I was able to overhear, the conversation was about how someone had purchased the wrong brand of cereal to fuel her diabetes. Keep in mind that there were plenty of other places for this fat fuck to park her flabs, yet she decided sitting in front of a vacant bench was the best bet. I helped my mother over to the bench with the intention of asking the woman if she could please move aside for a moment so she could sit down. When I got there I was greeted with a hand in my face and a motion from this ham-monster like "can't you see I'm on the phone."  I asked if she could just please move aside momentarily so I could sit my mom down, but she completely ignored me. I was absolutely fuming at this point but I couldn't just make a scene in the middle of the waiting room. I tried to shuffle my mom into a tiny sliver where this cunt's wheelchair wasn't blocking, and on her way down to sit she lost her balance and hit the floor. The fat cunt didn't even bat an eye or look over her shoulder and my mother writhing in pain on the ground.  All afternoon she's been complaining about intense pain in her hip/butt area and when I was changing her earlier I saw an absolutely MASSIVE bruise from the fall. All of this is because some butter golem couldn't move aside for half a second.  I understand this story is crudely written and probably riddled with redundancy and grammatical errors. I haven't slept well for the past two weeks as my mom's condition has grown worse, I'm beyond stressed and I just needed to type something about this fat pig to get it off my chest so hopefully I can find some sleep tonight.  Thanks for reading, fuck fat people and cancer.