Sunday morning, it happened again. Both girls and I laughed so hard that I nearly hurt myself. I realized, after all had calmed down, that I hadn't laughed that hard in over a month. Later yesterday, Kevin and the girls were gone, so I went to see Mom and Dad. As is typical for visiting them, there were quite a few laughs.
The past few days have made me realize that uninhibited, hard, tear-inducing laughter is something that cancer/chemo has stolen from me, and I think I miss it more than I miss my hair. I have two more days before my next round of chemo, and I plan to laugh every chance I get.
Having only four good days out of 14 will wake a person up to what is lacking. Laughter has been seriously lacking around here. I'll have to see what I can do about that. This goof ball usually helps in that department, even when demanding my attention that is being directed at blogging.
4 comments:
It's going to be hard to laugh around home if you are asleep by 5 P.M. Or do you plan to laugh in your sleep? I've always said one of the main reasons for having a dog is that they make you laugh when nothing else around you is funny.
Hey! I was up past 9 last night!
Interesting that you mention laughter. It was during my period of severe, suicidal, manic-depression that I found JAD. While I won't give Ray all of the credit for saving my life, I will say that I got to each day at least smiling instead of wanting to be dead.
Staying up past 9? You WILD WOMAN! :)
Love You!
er... *Begin* each day. Damn fingers.
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