I have always had a sense of humor that people could appreciate. Witty, sharp, logical, smart. And it was only after I had suffered brain cancer that I had the courage to display this great sense of humor publicly with more than just close friends and family. I would often look at my situation, whatever it may be, no matter how bad it made me feel, and think something funny about it. This is a string of personal stories that will show you how humor can be used at anytime, and make yourself happier.
I was getting an MRI, for the twelfth time after going inside this machine so many times I could tell you every possible noise that took place in the machine. I started wondering if they offer any benefits to repeat customers. So I went into the MRI room and told the technician, “I only have to go in one more time before I get a free examination.” I pulled out a card with twelve hole punches in it, reminiscent of somesort of Subway Club card, where if you buy a certain amount of subs, you would get a free sub.
I was going through my radiation treatment for thirty days, as was persecribed and the first fifteen days was a general radiation, but the second fifteen days was this very precise radition table, where the table moved and the laser beam moved in all directions. My body went up, down, around in circles. I got off for the first time and said, “Boy, I thought this was a treatment, not a ride. It’s kind of like the Scrambler, isn’t it?”
At one point, and this was relatively soon into the radiation, I got an eyepatch from my aunt. My eyes were not following each other, probably because of the swelling, and she bought me an eyepatch to help me see things clearer without double vision. I was in a lot of pain, but I still managed to say, “Arrr!” I had a good laugh about it, and it got me through the day.
I am not sure if someone thought of this quote or if it is my own creation of pure magic but here it goes, “Life is rought, so you had better develop a sense of humor. If not, you might now get out alive.” Although none of us get out alive anyway. We all end up dead at the end. I have heard comedians joke about suicide pretty well, and it was hilarious. Joking about cancer is something I do on a regular basis, but more on a personal me basis…”I don’t know if I’ve told you before, but I suffer from short term memory loss after my operation. I don’t know if I’ve told you before, but I suffer from…” “I can’t look up at all. I guess I can never date a woman taller than me.”
So I guess all I have left to say is that no matter how bad things get, no matter how awful your life seems, you can always take the time to joke about it, add some humor to the situation, and you will most likely feel better about it. Even when I get really frustrated, like if I am filling out the dreaded FAFSA, and the questions are so confusing they drive me insane, I can still take a time to laugh about how absurd it is we have to fill this nonsense out in the first place. Let’s not forget doing my taxes, got to fill out my 10-40, W-2, and my WD-40. Have a nice day.
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