I have a private blog I started when first diagnosed with cancer, when family and a few friends knew but otherwise I was keeping quiet. I called it “Laughably Do-Able.” It was going to be my place to notice the ‘good stuff’ to keep my spirits lifted. Well, facebook ended up being that place and the Laughably Do-Able blog evolved to have a by-line: “Kind of a whatever sort of blog, it turns out. Never will be public.” Some serious rants happened. BUT, tonight (July 2013) when I happened to have a look at what I’d written, there’s a few posts that had me laughing, and I decided to add the following one to this blog… backdated/posted when it was actually written. Cuz sometimes I’m a linear thinker. Who knew?
March 28 2012
I’m going for laughter. Bigger and better, laugh til tears of joy run down our faces, or heck, I might even pee my pants, laughing. Laughing that is more noticeable than ever!
Laughter I’ve noticed:
The uproarious laugh of my ‘housemate’ who calls out from her room: “My health nurse friend offered to do a workshop for my ESL students called “Ten Reasons why the Dong is Wrong.”
I noticed how I laughed when my brother called to invite me to a movie and said, “Isn’t it great how when one gets cancer you get more phone calls?”
At a pre-op ‘learn about your surgery’ session at the hospital: When they were gathering my family contact information, the nurse said, “Shall we put Leona down?” And I said, “No, I like her a lot.. it’s not time to put her down.” And the whole room laughed.
Also at pre-op, as I sat beside another patient who will also be having breast surgery, I cracked up laughing when the nurse called down to physio, saying, “I’m sending you two breasts.” Now there are those in this world who might have taken offense, but they need to lighten up. In this case when one person in the room starts laughing, and I did, so does everyone else.
And I’m noticing every giggle and laugh of my little granddaughters and my daughters.. oh, that joyful energy is just good for me.
I have a rather severe reaction to fluorescent lights.. but lately it seems to be actually improving. This is no minor thing.. I throw up in fluorescents and that is rather limiting on where and how I do workshops, events I can go to.. etc. Since I’ve done a billion things to help this, it really is amazing it’s improving. In pre-op for a few hours, the lights didn’t bother me. First in 30+ years. Now the reason this little blurb is here is because I told my daughter the lights didn’t bother me. She answered: “hmmm, maybe cancer is good for something.”
I LOVE that she could have that humour with me!