CHI St. Luke's Health Radiation Therapy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the waiting room of CHI St. Luke’s Health Radiation Therapy, patients often hear strange noises coming from behind the closed door. One day, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Mommy, look! The machine is humming like a dinosaur!’ Soon enough, an older gentleman in the waiting area leaned over and said with a smile, ‘That’s not just any old dinosaur—it’s our radiation therapy T-Rex, making sure everyone gets their dose!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that sometimes even medical equipment can sound like something straight out of a kid’s storybook.

2. In the parking lot of CHI St. Luke’s Health Radiation Therapy, every Wednesday afternoon around 3 PM, a delivery truck plays the same old jazz tune on its horn for exactly three minutes. One day, a regular patient asked the receptionist, ‘Why does that delivery guy always honk that same jazz song?’ The receptionist smiled and whispered, ‘He says it helps him remember his lunch break.’ Every Wednesday, after three perfect minutes, everyone in the waiting room would smile and nod knowingly—even the delivery driver himself, who pretended not to notice their amused glances.

3. In the hallway outside CHI St. Luke’s Health Radiation Therapy, every morning around 8 AM, someone hears a soft humming sound that seems to come from within the building itself. One day, a delivery driver heard the humming and thought it was his phone vibrating in the car. He rushed out to check it, only to realize everyone else was staring at him like he’d lost his mind. Turns out, it was just another morning tune from the radiation therapy center.

4. In the hallway outside CHI St. Luke’s Health Radiation Therapy, every morning around 8, a regular would stop and listen intently. He claimed that just before the doors opened, he heard a soft humming sound, like someone tuning an old radio. No one else ever noticed it. One day, a delivery driver asked him, ‘What are you listening for?’ The regular replied, ‘It’s the signal from outer space, telling us when to start our treatments.’ The driver shook his head and said, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own radio—yours always seems broken!’