there's a certain deja vu to hospital rooms

In that if you've been in one hospital room, you've theoretically experienced them all, because there is always that unmistakable hospital feeling. Maybe the whirly curtains that shroud the bed are a different fabric, or there's a better class of air freshener, but underneath the sterility, lies the very virulent shadow of disease. Sometimes it's waiting underneath our skin.

( I'm not certain that superficiality is exactly the phrase I would use for cancer - unless cancer )