Trick or Treatment – Laughter as medicine is underrated. They do say it is the “best”, but I suspect “they” might not have AMA credentials. Then again, neither do I, but here’s how I see it. We can’t always choose when we are happy or sad or angry or anxious. But we can choose an approach to living, and it begins with how we opt to view the circumstances we find ourselves in. I cannot control the diagnosis, but I can muster my inner strength to not to let it attack my outlook. Finding grace and humor when it may not be out in the open is a superpower. Can it kill bad cells? Maybe they die laughing. For me, a sense of humor and a sense of well-being are inextricably linked, and I will hang a bag of that alongside my chemo any day.
It is a glorious and amazing miracle of the cosmos that we are standing here on this planet right now, playing our part in a world that is bigger than all of us. We are here by no doing of our own, but we can choose how we use the time we have. Make the most of yours.
Today marks the end of the ACS Photo-a-Day Challenge, and with it, these posts. Thank you to for taking the time to read, reflect and respond over the course of this month. As I mentioned at the outset, the intention in sharing my story was to offer some trail markers for others on this path, and to share a light of hope and faith for those needing a lift. As for me, following today’s treatment I am scheduled for a scan next week, which will give us a look at where things stand.
In closing this monthlong chronicle, I truly cannot say enough about the health care professionals who are caring for me. Their knowledge, aptitude and diligence are matched by their sensitivity, caring and kindness. To a person, each exhibits an empathy that is at once professional and personal. The doctors are resolute in prescribing a course of treatment, and from a patient’s perspective, confidence in that front line of defense is the foundation on which that patient’s positive outlook is built.
Those of us privileged enough to know nurses personally know what a rare gift they possess in order to assume the work that they do. Compassion in a most objective sense. Caring because caring is what is needed, regardless of the individual or the circumstance. The nurses in my infusion center have my un-dying gratitude. You are my heroes, and now my friends. Thank you.