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    Sometimes laughter is the best medicine. Has anything funny happened to you along your cancer journey?

    Asked by KarenG_WN on Tuesday, January 3, 2012

    Sometimes laughter is the best medicine. Has anything funny happened to you along your cancer journey?

    Many people say humor is important when fighting cancer. While cancer is obviously no laughing matter, sometimes some strange or funny things do happen. Anything funny you want to share?

    48 Answers from the Community

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    • leer34's Avatar

      BF and I are pretty literal. we love misspellings, figures of speech, etc.

      While in the dr's office receiving the diagnosis of prostate cancer, the dr said 'prostate surgery is a drop in the bucket'. In my mind, I pictured my BF's prostate lying in a stainless steel bucket looking all sad and lonely. For a second, I was horrified, then I almost busted out laughing. BF had a funny look too, and later he said he pictured almost the same thing in his mind.

      Second opinion dr (urologist): "that's is what I like to hang my hat on" and I pictured him hanging his hat on my BF's manhood like a coatrack...

      We also like to goof around in the dr's office while waiting...Urologist's board certification had us wondering what all those signatures were. facebook fans? college professors? first 10 patients?

      stupid? probably...but makes it easier? slightly! :)

      almost 5 years ago
    • PPaseka's Avatar

      Since my wife's diagnosis with vulvar cancer (Bartholins Gland) on Oct 12, we have been able to find humor in everything that has happened. She has a great spirit and no matter how rough or painful the procedures have been she finds something to laugh about or make light of things. Being most of our procedures are in a gynecology setting, with her sense of humor, we have a lot of fun. We figure you night as well be laughing instead of crying.

      almost 5 years ago
    • mybirch's Avatar

      In Sept, my Dad was diagnosed with a kidney tumor that was so huge we called it "The Alien". Me, my Step Mom and fiancee were super scared, my Dad is my best friend...so we decided before surgery we'd spend tons of time together, at some point on one of our post surgery weekend visits to Maine we were all laying watching a tv series on dvd (great to get your mind off things and also good bonding time) my father said, "I'm so happy you girls have been able to be here so much...", my response, "oh Dad...theres NOTHING like our cancer parties!"
      Just a weekend after that he was boasting about how he was doing, he had already gone 'scouting' for Deer, was walking well, his back was feeling much better, and then said, "And I have already lost 18 pounds!!", my response....."DAD, 15 of that was the [email redacted] TUMOR!!", and we all got a huge kick outta that. Laughter IS the best medicine...

      almost 5 years ago
    • lolomarchforth's Avatar

      Since I had to prove I wasn't pregnant before my lumpectomy (oh the indignities), I had to provide a "sample." My sample was green because of the dye injection with my wire placement. I told my attending RN I hadn't "peed green" since St. Patrick's Day back in the late 70's. It's a Chicago thing, green beer that comes out the same color it goes in. Great laugh for both of us, and for my husband when he joined us (I made the RN save my sample).

      almost 5 years ago
    • GregP_WN's Avatar

      I like to tease the nurses to let them know I'm not paranoid, it puts them at ease. But I do like to pull a little prank on them. When one comes in that I can tell is new, or sometimes they will bring in a student and ask if they can start the IV or draw blood. I've been stuck so many times it doesnt bother me now. I usually just say no problem stick away. But when a newby comes in I will calmly tell them "sure go ahead, BUT YOU HAVE ONE SHOT AT IT AND THAT'S IT". I have had them drop the stuff and go get someone else. Poor kids, I shouldn't be so mean.
      On another note, my record is being stuck 9 times to get an IV started.

      almost 5 years ago
    • Afterglow's Avatar

      My wife and I have also found humor most helpful in coping. A couple of are best follow.

      I sing tenor in the church choir. I was getting my first hormone shot for my prostate cancer to stop the production of testosterone, otherwise known as chemical castration. My loving wife looked at me and asked if it would change the pitch of my voice. When I advise her it would not, she sighed, "that's too bad, the choir needs a high tenor." She's right, but it's not to be, this way anyway.

      About a year later, my testosterone now at or near zero, we were in a small gift shop. The resident dog, Eddie, came down the aisle to greet us. As my wife was in front of me, she reached down first and petted him. As she went on, I reached down and let Eddie sniff my hand, then scratched behind his ears. The store owner looked at me and commented how interesting that was, Eddie would not usually go to men. We didn't tell her, by my urologist got a real kick out of the story at my next appointment.

      almost 5 years ago
    • cranburymom's Avatar

      It was yesterday- my wig fitting day (i called it wig ceremony), my wig stylist told me a couple of tips.
      One of them were, "be sure to pull back the wig to your natural hair line". then...

      my friend asked, " how does she know where the forehead line once all hairs are gone?" " can she draw the line now with a magic marker?"
      We all looked each other and said...."like the Uncle Leo?"

      We laughed so hard that my eyes were watering.

      (oh, i am hoping that everyone knows the Seinfeld...TV sitcom...)

      almost 5 years ago
    • akristine's Avatar

      When the surgeon told me he and the team removed a pelvic mass the size of a football, I replied, "A mass that size requires at least a monsignor, doesn't it?" He actually smiled.

      almost 5 years ago
    • akristine's Avatar

      Then for radiation preparation, I had the three tattooed dots placed on my left cheek (no, the other one). I was going to ask them for something a little more creative like hearts and flowers.
      It would be cool to add a couple of dots and make the constellation of Scorpio. They couldn't do that, they said.

      I live in San Francisco so I asked about a 49ers team logo. It's red and gold, and the dots are black, they said. I was going to ask for the Raiders logo because it's black and silver but rejected it. The team logo is the head of a football player wearing an eye patch with crossed sabers on the back of his helmet. It's a lousy logo, I said. If that's the team mascot, I want the winner of that fight.

      almost 5 years ago
    • Heidi's Avatar

      My kids keep me laughing. They will go and put my hats on and parade around the house saying "i'm so pretty" and if you ask them who is so pretty? they will tell you " MOMMY". It always makes me giggle and feel a little better.

      almost 5 years ago
    • Heidi's Avatar

      Wow I thought mine was bad my record for my port was 6 times and on the 6th time I told them what needle to use what size needle to use, where to put it how hard to push ... I might as well have accessed my port myself lol

      almost 5 years ago
    • digger6218's Avatar

      Since my Mastectomy my hubby says I'm in the IBTC (Itty Bitty Titty Comittee) I said just wait, now my puberty is starting "Again" minus the teen hormones. I figure before my first fill I was at 11 and tomorrow I'll be at 14. Ahhh to be young again. Just wish I had that energy too. LOL Keep smiling.

      almost 5 years ago
    • Heidi's Avatar

      @digger6218 When I did chemo the first time i lost 50 pounds and all of it was muscle and boobs and now just ending my second round of chemo I gained all of it back EXCEPT my boobs! So now my hubby says the same about me.....sad but funny can't help but laugh!

      almost 5 years ago
    • mysecondchance's Avatar

      I joke that since my ovarian cancer diagnosis most of my close family and friends have seen my posterior. Whether it be during a trip to the ER, my three hospital stays or even at home. When recuperating from chemo I would often not wear underwear while I was sick because of frequent and urgent trips to the bathroom. One day I got out of bed to open my window and I passed out. I fell against the wall and when I came to I started screaming for my son. He came in and was trying to get me up; not an easy task because of my weight. I told him to let me get part way up and then he could help me. As he began to lift me I remembered I was nude from the waist down. I began crying and telling him, "Look the other way Jordan, look the other way." It wasn't funny then but I can laugh at it now.

      almost 5 years ago
    • Stevedarke's Avatar

      I used to be quite a large man around the stomach and I can remember my surgeon telling me I would not be for much longer after my date with him in theatre. He was not joking because I lost almost six stone; some people have to pay good money to lose so much weight so I guess I have cancer to thank for that. What is so perverse is I used to struggle to keep the weight off and now I have trouble keeping it on; for a so called sick man I have never looked so good.

      I was at the pool the one day and a couple asked me about my scars, I told them I had a fight with a shark and the shark lost!

      almost 5 years ago
    • akristine's Avatar

      This just keeps getting better. On December 28, I was scheduled for an MRI for my "pelvic area including buttocks." The tech placed the equipment over and pressed down (hard) on the bottom of my ribcage over my diaphragm. This entailed panting for 20 minutes, having a brief respite while the dye was injected and another 12 minutes panting. This made no sense to me and I told the tech the MRI was supposed to be done in the same area where they had done it September 2 pre-surgery.

      OK. I'm called the same day to return on January 3 for an MRI on the correct area. A different tech took care of it after he asked exactly where the surgery was. I dropped trou and showed him the scar.

      I just received a call from my oncology nurse that my radiation is rescheduled from January 9 to January 18 because the lab couldn't tell the difference between my hiney and my humerus!

      almost 5 years ago
    • danellsar's Avatar

      My husband was recently in the ER due to an allergic reaction to chemo. Once he was stabilized and we just had to sit there for several hours, he started quoting old Saturday Night Live skits (Rosanne Rosanna Danna... "Well, if it's not one thing, it's another!"). At least we could laugh after a pretty horrible day.

      almost 5 years ago
    • dawgfather62's Avatar

      I went in for another surgery back in December and the nurse was going through my lists of meds and asked me how often I took beacon plex and what was I taking it for. I asked to see the list and sure enough, I have been taking it for over a year to help combat neuropothy. Someone had listed B Complex as a med and misspelled it...

      almost 5 years ago
    • mamajltc's Avatar

      My husband has colon cancer. Apparently very few doctors have heard of the "poop kit" (the prep before the colonoscopy).
      He also has a colostomy bag. I insist that he treats himself to a pedicure...which he does and loves. He was sitting in the chair, and a "noise" which is completely out of his control, came out loud and furious. The manicurist, who didn't know, told him that there must be something wrong with the chair, and to push the off button.
      When we were told that he may have to go onto a new drug, which will cause acne, we asked his oncologist to please prescribe clearasil.
      My husband is a very funny man and his chemo is in the morning, when people are not quite awake. When he is approaching the waiting room for his bloodwork, he yells down the hall "Hello Ladies" to the secretaries and in he walks...the other patients, look at him with a big smile
      He calls the ladies who draw his blood the "blood ladies"
      Honestly, going to treatment, this group of everyone we see and are with, have become our family...it is a group we did not expect to be in but now that we are, but because we are, we treat each other like family...and have plenty of laughs. When we come in, we always hear from everyone working
      Wishing everyone healing, and love..and ... laughter

      almost 5 years ago
    • HighwayOfJoy's Avatar

      After many visits to my oncologist, and always waiting 30 -40 minutes, he came in to talk to me and said that he would be back and I could put on the gown. I said, "Stop right there; you are not going anywhere. If you leave, I won't see you for another 30 minutes". I proceded to unzip my my dress and dropped down the front so he could see my breast. I said, "Believe me, I have no dignity left, so poke away." I thought that he would pee his pants! My friend and I just started laughing.

      almost 5 years ago
    • hikerchick's Avatar

      My husband says he's the only boob I have left!

      After my double mastectomy, I sent my siblings a photo of myself at about age 7 on the beach, wearing a tub top, with my skinny little arms and legs, and sun-bleached hair. I said, "This is what I look like now, just older and wider."

      In a senior moment, I emerged from the ocean squeezing my recreational foobies to wring the water out!

      When one of the drain tubes slipped out too far and leaked all over the bed, I remembered when my husband took sutures out of my labia that had been ripped during childbirth and were then pulling and tugging before dissolving, and I thought to myself, "Putting this tube back in will be a piece of cake."


      almost 5 years ago
    • abrub's Avatar

      My cancer care has been based at a cancer center 175 miles from home. With the exception of my cancer discovery surgery (appendix cancer found as a surprise during a “routine” hysterectomy) all of my surgical procedures including port placements have been performed at the cancer center. My gyn, who found my cancer, has been superb as acting as the local arm of my cancer center surgeon, so that I didn’t have to run down to the cancer center for all of my follow-ups and problems.

      I kept having problems with my chest port – internal stitches emerging and irritating me. My gyn was happy address these minor surgical issues. However, while on chemo, I developed an anal fissure, which my surgeon wanted checked out. He asked if my gyn could check that for me, and save me a trip to the cancer center. My gyn said yes. So that office visit was for both the port stitch issues and the fissure; nothing gyn.

      The nurse took me into the Procedure room, and Dr. C came in, and checked out the thread that was sticking out of my chest, trimmed, and removed as much as he could. The nurse started to leave, but the dr and I said that we’re not done yet. I then dropped my pants for the next exam. While Dr. C examined my bottom carefully, and performed a digital exam, I explained that he had to check for the other end of the thread. She registered a double-take, before I explained. We had a good laugh with that one!

      And I can’t thank either of my doctors enough – having a surgeon who is comfortable having someone else check his work, and follow-up with his patients to make life easier for me, and having such a caring gyn who has gone above and beyond to care for me, and to work with my surgeon, to follow up on someone else’s work. These 2 men literally saved my life.

      almost 5 years ago
    • susie81610's Avatar

      This happened to one of my customers. He had been sick and I didn't know and they were standing in the lobby waiting for a table and I walked by and just gave a little yank on his shorts leg and he had lost so much weight they fell to the floor and he was standing their in his undies and shirt in front of God and everyone and of course it was a Friday night so the place was packed.
      After buying their dessert for them they told me he was sick I felt so bad for what I did but we had such a laugh for years from it. He was worried I was going to get fired but thank goodness I worked for a family rest. and they had a sense of humor.

      almost 5 years ago
    • susie81610's Avatar

      I took care of my mother for 6months before she passed I had cancer but hadn't figured it out yet so I was tired often and I slept in a chair next to my mom since we had a hospt bed for her there was no room for another bed and we were at my sisters house. It was nearing the end of my moms journey and she was following the hospice list to a tee as in what they will do and see before passing etc.
      One morning mom wakes me up and said Dad came and saw me last night (dad passed 4 yrs before sudden) I said he did why didn't he talk to me since I'm only inches from your bed. She said he didn't want you he wanted me so I asked her what he wanted she said he asked me if he could grab my boob but I told him no that he would just have to wait until I got there then he could. We just all busted out laughing because until the very last day my Mom had her mind so we know it was true and my Dad was a boob man!! Mom passed 2 days later she was just waiting for Dad to come and get her.
      Susie :)

      almost 5 years ago
    • trustingGod's Avatar

      After 2 chest xrays and a cat scan I had it settled in my mind that it was lung cancer..I had an appointment with my primary the afternoon of my ct scan..She walked in hands behind her back, face down and looking horribly sad..I said this doesn't look like a good visit and she said no it isn't I'm sorry..I cut her off and said I have lung cancer don't I/ She sadly confirmed, I said COOL does that mean I get medical Marijuana..I heard its good sh__t!! I bust out laughing and she followed along...I've said it before and always wondered how I would react, and promised myself if I ever got cancer I would laugh as much as I can....

      almost 5 years ago
    • anna's Avatar

      I belive that laughing at my self is what gets me thru everyday. when I had the lumpectomy they put that wire in for guidance or what ever and also injected me with radiation to light up the lymps I teased the Dr and my fiance that maybe I could get radio reception or even hbo.

      Trying on hats to cover my bald head has also been humorous. I laugh at a lot of them but even more when my 16 year old son is trying on the womens hats.

      I also have suggested putting funny faces on the back of my head with sharpies. My fiance and a few of his friends shaved their heads to support me. The big joke with that was we could all go to the airport together and sell flowers.

      I have one chemo treatment left and have to return to work soon I hope I can keep my humor there.

      almost 5 years ago
    • IKickedIt's Avatar

      I am a modest and private person and have always been uncomfortable talking about certain body functions. Well, that all changed when I was diagnosed with colon cancer! Now, we talk about it all the time!

      I have two wonderful teenaged boys who have always been best friends and just simply great kids. They are polite and we are very close and respectful to each other. Even "shut up" was never allowed to be said in our home. With colon cancer all bets are off! We have had to approach this journey with humor!

      When we were registering to participate in the Undy 5000, we all got together to decide on a team name. "Up Yours" was my favorite, but my 18-year old had to set me straight and tell me that it wasn't appropriate. We spent almost an hour with tears streaming down our faces as we were rolling with laughter. We settled on the WiseCracks.

      When I fell out of bed, injuring myself and landing in the ER, my husband posted on FB, "Looking for bed rails for my 46-year old wife."

      I am normally not able to be quick-witted, but I found out that when I'm nervous, the comments just flow. My husband couldn't believe some of the things that came out of my mouth during doctors' appointments. It eased the tension, made me feel better and even made a few of the doctors laugh.

      Humor, sarcasm and intestinal-related jokes have made the journey more tolerable!

      almost 5 years ago
    • collinsb01's Avatar

      I had my head shaved after chemo and my hair started falling out.
      I purchased wigs for outings away from home, but wore a grey knitted cap around the house to keep my head warm. I just cracked up when I signed onto the WII fit game to see that my 23 yr old daughter had changed my MII (thr WII avatar) from the long haired gold kissed brunette to a grey capped oviously bald female. It's still like that now one year later, but now i have several blacks, blue, red and grey caps!!! I still get a big kick out of my MII.

      almost 5 years ago
    • HeidiJo's Avatar

      My friend who happens to be a nurse, went with me to one of my treatments, we pranked called my husband at work. It was very funny, here they are putting posion in me, and we were laughing so hard. We asked the nurses if we were dicturrbing anyone, and they said "are you kidding, we never hear laughter in here, this is great!"

      about 4 years ago
    • DeeHenn's Avatar

      My son was four years old when I received chemotherapy. When my hair began to thin, I had it cut really short. My son would sit in my lap and rub my head almost every night. One night he realized that if he pinched the hair and tugged, he could pull it out. He thought that was so funny! He laughed and laughed and asked, "Mommy, can I pull your hair out?".
      We all laughed then...four year old boy giggling while pulling out his mom's hair!

      about 4 years ago
    • GrinsofNH's Avatar

      Well, it was a dreary period when hubby had side effects that kept him running to the toilet to throw up or to have diarrhea, or both.... and on his birthday last year I had to rent a rug cleaning machine to take up the mess on the dining room carpet when he couldn't make it all the way to the bathroom. After that, the nurse and I had a private joke that any day I didn't have to rent a rug cleaner was a GOOD day.

      about 4 years ago
    • JoLoaretti's Avatar

      heck yeah... all the lunacy during my husbands 2nd bone marrow transplant, we are newlyweds and before my 1 year anniversary I got to change my husby diapers... while he was certifiably insane we had some great guest come to our room for visits Mikhail Gorbachev came to my room one night... NOT~!~ you have to find humor in it all, we had fun shaving his head, oh my goodness we had fun with photos all the way through, but some of the best were the ones he posted while insane while no one was watching, holy moly, we can tend to take most things in stride, & I think often how we both react to the seriousness of our situation baffles many, but I think the way we do handle our life is a bit healthier than most

      about 4 years ago
    • KimmieC's Avatar

      About 3 weeks after my bilateral mastectomy, I had not gotten my "permanent" prostheses yet, the heavier ones that stay in place. I had been given the lightweight temporary kind when leaving the hospital. My sisters took me to the mall to look for some Post-surgery clothing I needed. After we had walked for a while, one of my sister's said, "You either have to go to the bathroom, or you have to go walk on the other side of the mall from us." I was puzzled. "Why?" She eyeballed my chest, and I looked down to find, one prosthesis had slid downward to my stomach, the other had worked itself to my shoulder, giving me the look of a pregnant hunchback!

      Also, I had 6 children at home during my treatments, 4 of whom were teenagers. My 3 teen boys would steal my prostheses and argue over who got to sleep with the great boobs each night! One son would steal my wig, comb it back into a mullet, and act like Joe Dirt. Once, that same mean teen boy won an academic award, and I dressed up to accompany him to the award banquet. I noticed during the ceremony that no one wanted to look me in the eyes. Afterward, I said I wondered what was up, and he died laughing and said, "You have had a big fake eyelash stuck to your forehead the entire time! I was having too much fun to tell you about it!"

      about 4 years ago
    • Lindy's Avatar

      Yes, a infectious control infusion RN peaked into my shirt while accessing my port (she was so buxom it was a good thing she was nearly six feet tall or her arms would have been too short to navigate around her own watermelon boobs) and said, "Honey, did you have a double mastectomy?" Hey, I liked my athletic, minimal frills pro-active body. Who knew no margins was going to bite me.

      about 4 years ago
    • gogolf's Avatar

      I have finnished my second round of chemo, the first time my hair grew back a yellow gray with to much dark in it so I started coloring it again. Just as it had grown out I had to do chemo again but this time my hair came back a very pretty white so I am going to keep it. My husband likes it because he said he can find me in the dark.

      over 3 years ago
    • snuzsuz's Avatar

      When my hair started falling out all over the place from the chemo, my daughter and I decided we would shave it and get it over with. First she did one half and we took pictures and had a good laugh, then she did a design in the other half, and finally a mohawk! We had a lot of fun and shared a special moment together!

      over 3 years ago
    • melanomamama's Avatar

      The indignities of cancer. I am a 66 year old, gray haired woman. I got constipated from post-surgery pain medications, so I asked home nursing to send somebody to help administer an enema. They asked if I minded if they sent a male nurse. I agreed, and soon opened the door to a handsome young fellow, Mike. I chuckled when I realized there was a day long ago when Mike would have been thrilled to see my naked XXX. Alas, not so much anymore.
      Constance Emerson Crooker

      over 3 years ago
    • Snooks' Avatar

      I don't know whether others will think this is funny, but it is pretty ironic!! I always had huge, painful breasts while growing up. I had deep marks on my shoulders where my bra straps would sit and it was always painful. One day (at 58) I decided I'd had enough with these huge breasts and decided to get a breast reduction. The surgery went well and for the first time in my life, I was happy with what I had. However, five months later, I discovered a lump which turned into breast cancer and over the next two years I had a double mastectomy. I decided not to have breast reconstruction at my age and now I have nothing! When things do not go well (and they will) I have to laugh at my circumstances.

      over 3 years ago
    • fallsbs' Avatar

      After being diagnosed with breast cancer, and opting for bilateral mastectomy, the breast surgeon referred me to a plastic surgeon. The plastic surgeon explained the reconstruction process, including tattoos, in great depth. My husband, a three stooges fan, suggested that I have "Moe" and "Larry" tattooed on my "new" breasts - and yes there was mention of "Curly"
      being tattooed in another location. The doctor was still laughing as we left.

      over 3 years ago
    • StacyM's Avatar

      My chemo treatments were 3-day inpatient stays every 3 weeks. It seemed there was always something going on while I was hospitalized in Fargo, ND that I would have liked to do. One week it was a classic car show and the cars would be paraded down and then displayed on the street the hospital is on. I asked my oncologist if I could go down to the car show and he said no (insurance reasons). After my chemo treatments were done, I went to visit family in Iowa and went to a classic car show. At my next appointment, I told my oncologist I had to travel 300 miles just to see classic cars! He laughed.

      Also, when my hair was growing back, people would ask me if I thought it would come back curly. My reply was always "It had better! I didn't go through all that just to get my fine, stick-straight hair back!"

      over 3 years ago
    • INSBOB's Avatar

      ok, two things. when i was like a beached whale due to Kemo, a guy stopped over and i asked him to go to the local supermarket to buy me sour balls. this was to help with the metalic taste from the kemo. when he came back i kept thanking him for doing me the favor. i opened the bag and out came the gummie bears. i didn't have the strength to throw them at him. the store had the sour balls he just couldn't find them.

      after my operation, i looked like XXX from the chopping up of me that my surgeon did. well i had two nurses holding me up while trying to get me to walk the hall. well some guy was staring at me and i just couldn't take the stupid look on his face so i just said mister, they wanted the vasectomy i didn't. well as sick as i was the nurses started to hit me.

      over 3 years ago
    • NanaL's Avatar

      I was diagnosed with rectal cancer in July of 2010. I realized that modesty would soon go out the window with radiation daily for 5 weeks to my backside. Then in Nov. I had major surgery and was given a permanent colostomy. Recently I was babysitting for my 2 yr old granddaughter. I had to use the bathroom and change my bag and I couldn't trust her to stay put in the living room so I took her into the bathroom with me and locked the door. The week before I had a chemo treatment and as most of you know the smell of your stool is anything but pleasant. I was trying to be discreet as I changed my bag. Being a curious toddler she looked at my stoma and said Nana you have poop on your belly. I smiled and said I know sweetie, Nana will be done in a minute. As I was putting my new bag on and placing my used bag in the trash she held her nose and loudly said pew wee. Then she began pounding on the locked door and said let me out!! When my daughter came to pick her up we laughed until we cried as I relayed the story! Out of the mouths of babes!!

      over 3 years ago
    • Jackie's Avatar

      I was diagnosed many years ago (at 17) with leukemia and lost all my hair due to chemo. One day, my mom and I were in the kitchen. I went to the fridge and took out 2 eggs. I stood in front of my mom and I held up an egg on each side of my bald head. As my sister walked into the kitchen, I 'shuffled' the eggs around my head and said, "Guess which one is me!!" A moment of silence and then we all burst out laughing!!

      over 3 years ago
    • Therose's Avatar

      I naturally like to stay positive regardless of the situation. But shortly after stem cell transplant. A cute very young looking phelbotemist came in to test my blood. I remember being somewhat high off of whatever pain killer I was given at the time. I asked him was he sure he was old enough to be working in hospital. Then I just bust out laughing. He saw me later when I return for visit he reminded me how I made fun of how young he looked but he liked it. I agree with you all you have to make the best of every journey.

      over 3 years ago
    • MillieS's Avatar

      Would you like to know how to shut up those telemarketers ? "Telemarketer"and how are you today, ma'm?"Me," I'm dying of cancer! And you?" Leaves them pretty much speechless.

      over 3 years ago
    • JackCormode's Avatar

      After my melanoma diagnosis, there were plenty of x-rays and other tests. One time the doctor scheduled me for x-rays for something else while I also had some melanoma x-rays on tap. So I called the office and explained that I would like to see if the two sets of x-rays could be combined. The receptionist listened sympathetically and then said, "Oh, I know what you mean. Some times they can just X-ray you to death."

      over 3 years ago
    • scootersmom's Avatar

      There are several things that you just can't help but laugh at--
      When going for my mastectomy, my sister and I were talking about the last time that I was in the hospital. I was 9 years old and had broken my leg at school. They kept me in the hospital for three days. She brought me the game Operation and it kept the nurses in the room all the time playing it. Now advance 39 years and here I am in preop and she comes in carring two bags. She opens the first one and here is a hurricane vase filled with six pounds of chocolate and Jolly Ranchers. On the vase is a note for the nurses that says "thank you for taking care of my sister". I had mentioned that someone told me for a hospital stay to bring a small candy dish and then the nurses will be in there for their sugar fix and you wouldn't have to wait for medications. Smart, huh?? In the second bag, she brings out the game Operation complete with the batteries to hook it up. As she is setting up the game the plastic surgeon comes in to make his "drawings" and kicked everyone out of the room. After he leaves, she finishes setting up the game. The general surgeon comes in and is talking to me and before he leaves she tells him that he can't operate on me until he proves his skills on the game. A look of panic sets in on the doctor's face. When I got done laughing, I told him to ignore her. I then turned to her and asked "why would you attempt to intimidate a man that is about to take a knife to me"? No answer just laughter. BTW-the vase backfired! The nurses were in there constantly. Everytime they walked in they would knock on the door to the point I wasn't sleeping. We finally had to send it to the nurse's station. I did have more nurses in the room than were assigned to the room.

      Plastic surgeon- There was something about the plastic surgeon that just bothered me and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then it dawned on me that he is extremely professional to the point that the human side was missing. Now comes my mission, I am going to make this man laugh at least once before I am done with everything. I had complications with the inital surgery that cause one of the expanders to be removed. During the process before the removal, I had to visit him like twice a week. Each time he would take a pen and draw a circle around the infected area with instructions that if it extended past the circle call immediately. This went on for several weeks until the surgery to remove it. Once I was healed. I had to go back to surgery to have it reinserted. He comes in to talk to me before surgery and wanted to know if I had any questions. I said no I understand. As he uncaps a marker to make his "drawing", I raise my hand and said now I have a question. He looked at me very seriously and asked what is it? I looked him in the eyes and asked: Everytime I see you, you have a writing instrument in your hand and are always writing on my chest, don't you own a piece of paper? That is the first time that man ever laughed in my presence.

      Plastic surgeon/general surgeon/oncologist: Each time I went to see them of course they needed to look. Very politely they would ask "can I take a look"? After going through this so many times during the diagnosis and the surgery, I couldn't resist. When they asked again, my comment was why not? I've had more people playing with my chest now than when I was dating.

      I did have someone ask me the following question: "Do you think God gave you cancer because you have a sense of humor?" My only reply to that was that I certainly hope not. I would hate to think of it as a punishment.

      I did find a tshirt to wear to the Making Stides event last year which kind of summarizes what this question asked. The saying on the tshirt: I'VE LOST MY BOOBS, NOT MY SENSE OF HUMOR!


      over 3 years ago
    • nance's Avatar

      A year ago when I was given the diagnoses of colon cancer I called in the troops. My 3 best friends. As I prepared to tell them the news I went grocery shopping. I bought deli meat and cheese, bakery bread, chips, cake and wine. Then I purchased some bright colorful plates and napkins. It dawned on me, what was I doing? Having a Cancer Party?

      over 3 years ago

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