Dec 31, 2008 - 1:46 am
So there was this one party I went to in college with my friend Sparky, and we were sitting around a table with some various people, and someone started talking about someone they knew that had gone through cancer treatment, and immediately Sparky and I started in with some shtick.
Sparky looks at me and says, "I've heard Leukemia is the way to go...if you had a choice of cancers, that is."
Then I said, "Yeah...a walk in the park, really. You just lie about all day watching Andy Griffith on TV...barely even know you're sick."
The nature of our dead pan and sarcasm was unfortunately lost on the group we were with who just stared at us in disbelief, but their reaction is not really what I'm trying to get at with this story.
I've noticed over the years that I have developed a sort of dark sense of humor when it comes to having dealt with cancer - I routinely tell people I'm not afraid of relapsing because cancer is a lot like lightning...it never strikes in the same place twice (both of which aren't true). I once told a cop the reason I wasn't wearing my seat belt was due to an irritable bowel condition linked to my chemo (that got me out of a ticket and I had a good laugh from it) - and this morbid sense of humor has lead me to develop a mantra a sort of mission statement I've come to live by:
If you can't laugh at your cancer...what can you laugh at?
My question is this...is there anyone out there that uses humor as a coping mechanism like me, and if so, does it border on morbid like mine?