Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Laughter Is The Best Medicine

For those of you who are looking for a little humor between all the doctor appointments, chemo treatments or radiation appointments, I have a couple of recommendations for you.

First, order the book "Cancer Has Its Privileges: Stories of Hope and Laughter" by Christine Clifford. This book was recommended to me right after my diagnosis by someone who has "been there, done that" with breast cancer. It is a collection of personal anecdotes - mostly women - and it is spot on.

Second, check out this new blog called The Perks of Having Cancer. Yes, there are some perks. I personally love Perk #20 (it is so true!).

I think I have come up with my own perk... Now that I am bald, this is a great time to go in for my annual skin cancer screening. No hair = very thorough screening, right? Talk about efficient!

Just a thought.

1 comment:

  1. Hi, I'm Catherine from New Zealand who is currently being treated for breast cancer. So far I've had the mastectomy and I have just had my fourth and final chemo so can totally relate to your countdown. Now I am waiting for radio therapy to start - hopefully next week, so although I'll be going over the Christmas break, my family and I will get away in January for some summer r and r.

    My funny for you comes courtesy of my youngest child's classmate. The children are about 7 or 8 years old. I had been walking on a very hot day and when I got back to my car I changed from my wig to a bandana. I was wearing this to collect my son from his classroom at the end of the day. His classmate asked him "why is your Mum looking like a pirate?" to which my son replied 'oh, she's wearing a bandana cos she's got no hair'. You can imagine the classmates confusion the next day when I showed up wearing my wig!!

    Of course the very first time I went out without my wig (two days after having my head buzzed) I got pulled over by a police roadside check where they were checking registration and driver's licenses - I couldn't believe my bad luck. At least he didn't go further than doing a second look at my photo and me.

    It's stories like these that keep us going - finding humour in what can be a dark time for some.

    Good luck with your final chemo - that was the only time I took a photo of myself undergoing the process, and I'm glad I did document it.