Monday, September 3, 2012

You Just Gotta Laugh

I have fewer "good days" on this drug, and they hit this weekend. Granted, my good days now feel a lot like days when I had the flu, pre-cancer, but I can function.  I got tickled about something on Saturday night and laughed so hard that the girls thought I was crying.

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:

Donna said...

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.

Rachel said...

Hey! I was up past 9 last night!

Shell said...

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!

Shell said...

er... *Begin* each day. Damn fingers.