This is what they call a catch-22, right?

Oh FFS, my doctor just spent 30 minutes listing all the horrible, horrible ways a transplant can kill me and how the first year post-transplant has a mortality rate of 25%. And, during that time the leukemia has a 20% chance of returning. And, I found out my sister's NOT a match. And, if I don't get the transplant, I'm very likely to die within the next year or two. And, lots of other fun info. Upon my learning this, a perky woman came into my room asking if she could perform reiki on me and it took ALL I HAD to not tell her to FUCK RIGHT OFF. REIKI. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. Where's the apothecary in this damn place?!