WARNING…This page may not be for everyone…I am giving permission for you to laugh WITH me…thanks Ziggy for the great intro cartoon…
My way of dealing with discomfort and frustration is humor. Some people turn inward and get depressed, sinking in a ‘woe is me’ well of despair. Not me. I’ve only got one life to live and I’ll be dammed if I’m going to live the rest of it stuck in a rut of depression. I’ve heard that being happy and laughing promotes healing, so I thought I’d share a few stories with you that relate to having a mastectomy.
HUMOR RELIEF #1 – Before my mastectomy a friend of mine shared a story of the time between her mastectomy and reconstruction. She was at a golf outing and it was a windy day. It was her turn to tee off and she swung with a vigilant follow through, pushing her prosthetic puff out of its place and onto the course, blowing down the fairway. I got a good laugh at that visualization. I could see how funny or humiliating it could be, depending on the type of person you might be.
HUMOR RELIEF #2 – I ran into a friend of mine whose wife had a mastectomy and I told him my story. We hugged and then he shared a story that brought a smile to my teared up face. He said, “When the doctor told my wife and I a mastectomy was recommended, she paused, then turned to me and said, I’m done with these breasts now, what about you?’” That simple bit of humor hit me as not only funny, but practical. As I walked away from my friend I had a moment where I realized my breasts had done their job as intended by nature – breastfed my two sons.
HUMOR RELIEF #3 – One of the things I enjoy volunteering for is our Community Garden, tended by volunteers who work to grow produce to benefit the Batavia Interfaith Food Pantry and our area families in need. I had signed up to be the garden manger on a May Saturday morning and was working with a small group of volunteers hauling mulch to spread over the cardboard to prevent the weeds from overtaking the gardens. A few of my volunteers had ‘retired’ for the morning and we became short handed. I found myself shoveling the mulch, wheeling the wheelbarrow and spreading the mulch as well. I was raking vigorously when I noticed something white in the mulch. I picked it up and realized it was my sock that had fallen out of my sports bra. Instead of wearing my prosthetic puff in a bulky bra, I wore my regular sports bra and stuffed it with a sock, just like many of us slow developing girls did in middle school. I looked around and was relieved that nobody but me noticed and had a good laugh.
If you have your own humorous stories, please feel to comment and add them. We can always use a good laugh.