Working the night shift, after work I decided to go directly to the hospital to visit or pick up my mother before going home and talking with family. (1984, no cells) She had been feeling poorly and admitted with pain and they had run several rests. When I approached the doctor to get the "good" news on her illness and what they had found, he had a look of horror, on his face. After I asked him when I could take her home, he looked at me strange, took a minute to compose himself after he realized I had not spoken to the rest of the family. So between the look on his face, his body language, a simple, "Oh my goodness, you don't know, do you, I'm sorry, your mother...." the words kind of got jumbled after that. It was terminal of course. I was in my 20s. Before that, a friend showing up at the front door to tell my mother and me, "your brother has been in a motorcycle accident."
Most recently, 8 years ago or so, after a routine checkup I was sent for more tests and subsequently an MRI. Being sent to a specialist for the results, he turned to me while I sat on the exam table, folder open and said, "if you were my patient I would admit to the hospital you right now.....for a liver biopsy...". Quite unnerving as they had found a spot on my liver.
My mother is gone, many years now, but everything else worked out okay.