Last night I was trying to get my puppy's attention. His name is Murphy, but due to a brain fart, I yelled out "Murpy". Then they started. For some unknown reason I found the sound of "Murpy" really funny and I got the giggles. You know - laughing so hard you don't even make any noise, tears streaming down your cheeks, sides hurting from laughing for so long - the giggles.
Haven't had the giggles in *while*. While I've cracked macabre jokes through this whole cancer bullshit, and I've snickered a time or two, I haven't had the giggles once. Things were not really that funny.
So, I take this attack of giggles to be a sign that I am moving on, getting better, and able to let go in a way I haven't for many months.
Hee Hee.
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- In late 2006 I was diagnosed with stage III colon cancer. In October I had surgery to remove 10 inches of colon, my uterus and my left ovary (where the cancer had spread). In December I celebrated my 34th birthday and then started 6 months of chemo. And I have lived to tell the tale...
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1 comment:
It is heartening that your reality of humor has returned. I am fully in the throes of your very first post right now (it's all about the poo).
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