This is about laughter. Seriously.
Laughter is best, but a giggle works, too
Cancer has no sense of humor. Instead, it single-mindedly crouches in its native realm, doggedly doing whatever it can to survive at whatever pace it can sustain. It attempts a dry crusty growl once in a while, or a cough or wheeze. But no laughter.
A laugh won’t kill cancer, but it’ll shake its resolve if enough willpower is called into play.
So, speaking off willpower, this is dedicated to one very caring person who expressed grave concern that I didn’t seem to be taking this cancer stuff seriously enough… you have the right to remain nameless. I’m going to laugh my way through this cancer stuff if I want to. And I want to.
Laughter is wine for the soul
“Laughter is wine for the soul,” Sean O’Casey wrote in The Green Crow. “– laughter soft, or loud and deep, tinged through with seriousness. Comedy and tragedy step through life together, arm in arm, all along, out along, down along lea. — Once we can laugh, we can live. It is the hilarious declaration made by man that life is worth living.”
When I first read that passage decades ago, I cried. Then, I thought. Then, I laughed. Since that day, I have kept a copy of the verse nearby, to remind myself that once we can laugh, we can live. And what better way to poke the growl of cancer than with O’Casey’s ‘hilarious declaration … that life is worth living’.
I choose to laugh, to grin, to giggle, to repost chuckle-worthy cat videos —doing my part to remind anyone who’ll listen that cancer does nothing to earn the upper hand in any relationship.
I’m going to use laughter to kick cancer’s butt into the corner if I dang well please. And I dang well please.