This is a little bit of a continuation of my thoughts about humor and cancer, and I wanted to share some of the funnier moments I’ve experienced during the last five years. There are lots, and when I remember them in days to come, I’ll share. Here are some of my favorites:
When my hair started falling out, I let my kids give me a haircut. Sarah was 10, and she got to go first. She was very gentle, and her cutting skills were that of a 10 year old. Zack was 14 and went second. He was not gentle, and I thought I might lose an ear or an eyeball at the same time. His skills were that of a 10 year old too. Do you have a good cartoon bubble yet? My husband, Roger, watched the whole thing and told the kids that they had better enjoy this experience because he was pretty sure they would NEVER have another chance like this again. I think I have a photo, and if I can find it, I’ll post it.
One day after my hair had grown in to peach fuzz length, I was riding our exercise bike. My husband said to me from across the room, “fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, fuzzy wuzzy had no hair.” The kids looked at me, we looked at him, and we all started laughing!
I was sitting in my office at work one day when a co-worker stopped by to ask a question. While we were talking, he suddenly burst out laughing. I asked what was so funny, and he said that he had never read my hat before (the hat that I had been wearing to work for roughly 3 months while I was bald). The hat said “No Hair Day”. It was my favorite and the only thing I wore outside of the house when my hair fell out.
I have a friend who told me she had just been notified that she had skin cancer. I told her that if she found out it was melanoma, we would call ourselves Meli and Myla. She, thankfully, was not diagnosed with melanoma, but we did have a good laugh that day.
