Nebraska Hematology Oncology

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Nebraska Hematology Oncology, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath one afternoon. ‘Why does it always rain on me?’, he asked aloud, glancing up at the dripping ceiling. Since then, patients and staff alike claim that whenever someone mentions bad luck, an unexpected drop seems to fall from above. Finally, after another drop fell right into his coffee, the delivery driver shook his head with a smile. 'Guess I deserved that,' he muttered, wiping away the wet stain. From then on, everyone in the office joked that Nebraska Hematology Oncology had its own weather app, complete with a quirky little rain gauge for anyone unlucky enough to mention their misfortune.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, an elderly neighbor started noticing something peculiar outside the clinic's windows. A delivery driver kept arriving with boxes wrapped in bright orange tape, but instead of leaving them at the door, he would place them carefully near a large oak tree across the street. Curious, our neighbor decided to follow the mystery one morning. He watched as the driver placed his last box and then casually walked over to the tree, pulled out a ladder from behind it, and began painting ‘FREE PARKING’ on its trunk. Turns out, Nebraska Hematology Oncology had just moved, and the boxes were signs for new customers.

3. At midnight, when the receptionist had already gone home, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the lab equipment screen. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was just an old commercial for Nebraska’s state fair, looping endlessly due to a glitch. The next morning, everyone had a good laugh over coffee, and the receptionist joked that maybe they should start showing cartoons during late-night shifts.

4. At nightfall, when the neon sign outside flickered on, a delivery driver passing by swore he heard a faint humming coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he approached closer, only to catch a whiff of something odd—a sweet, almost floral scent that seemed out of place in a medical office. As he peered through the window, he saw nothing unusual—just a doctor diligently working late into the night. The delivery driver shook his head and drove off, muttering something about ‘old Nebraska must be testing new perfume scents.’