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I just thought it would be kind of fun, and therapuetic perhaps to ask everyone interested to briefly share their funniest stories about themselves or others close to them for all to enjoy, sort of a Club Med for the head kind of thread. lol. Humour does make such a differenc in how a person feels and this morning after reading Slickwilly's Conspiracy theory about Chemo brain entry under the "The Pull Between Letting It Go and The Blame Game" thread I thought this might be a good topic. I am expecting the drugstore to deliver any minute and if I don't get dressed before he knocks on the door that might be my entry to the funniest story ever about me, but not so much for him. Hahahaha. I will be interest to read your entries. Humour is better medicine than any of the ones I have in my ever growing medicine bag.

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During our treatments there is a loss of dignity for so many reasons. I look back at some of those terrible things that happened in the medical system and have to laugh. Its much better than carrying it around as another issue that we have to deal with. I am the first to admit that my body is pretty well junk. I went through the whole Social Security System and finally landed in front of a Federal Judge. My lawyer said this Judge never makes a ruling from the bench and takes months to think things over. I already knew I had a brain tumor, facial nerve damage, saliva and taste bud loss. But my spine falling apart really caused my disability. So Social Security sent my MRI's, Cat Scans ect to other specialists for an independent examination. So the judge says "you have a mass". I said I guess so if they see one. Then the judge says "you have a torn knee legiment". I said that explains why my knee hurts. Then the judge says "you have a ruptured lower disc". I said that explains why my lower back is hurting. At that point I finally spoke up and said those were the least of my many problems. The judge looked at me and made a disability decision from the bench. My lawyer almost fell out of her chair. I stress out for months waiting to be heard and a Judge finds more problems with me then you knew you had. I can only look back and laugh now. I have so many problems my chemo brain can't remember them all. And I have to laugh at my body that continues to function despite all of its problems. Bless you Slickwilly

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Yup, what we go through never ceases to amaze me and yet our bodies and mind (well most days the mind) keep a tickin and doing their thangs. It's truly amazing. Good story about the judge, I too am always caught off guard when new people who are involved in my medical care look at me like 'holy cwap how do you deal with all of this?' I think to myself, hmm, maybe I am in bad shape after all - as if all the aches and pains and emotional issues aren't enough clues to that. lol. When you were talking about the indignations we face in all the medical interventions this memory popped up. I was in isolation during the bone marrow transplant - in a tiny room for 2 months (that will give you a good case of claustrophobia where none existed before I can tell you) and I was just coming out of a coma that I went into with heart failure. I wasn't feeling what you would call spunky at that time. Still pretty much in a fetal position, tubes in me all over the place and feeding out of tubes. Nausea was the good symptom at that point. Anywho I was lieing there feeling pretty dern 'unsexy' not that I thought of that UNTIL this nurse who I swear couldn't have been much older than 12 came in and she wreaked of perfume. Now that was 18 years ago and no nursing staff are allowed scents but back then they sure did, dern it. She was pretty OF COURSE, to add insult to injury, and I had just finished relieving myself as I had no bowel function so she had to clean my butt just to make sure my situation wasn't embarassing enough. The perfume she was wearing actually came in handy there now that I think of it. But I digress (as I usually do), hope you aren't eating lunch when I explained my situation there Slick, lol. Anywho, then to add total insult to injury and remember the 'unsexy' state of my being at that moment, in comes my then husband and I noticed that the nurse was flirting with him - RIGHT OVER ME. Son of a _ _ _ _ _. Of course he was such an arse he took it as a compliment and let her go on, grrrr, any questions on why he is my ex now? Anywho now that I look back on the situation it is pretty funny but it sure wasn't that day. Ahhh the memories. I gotta million of em as I'm sure we all do. Later, Blueroses.

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Alright Blue, this one is for you. After my diagnosis my ENT decided I needed a lower Body MRI. I arrived at the hospital MRI room to find a 2 gallon bag of fluid hanging by my table. It was not pleasant getting all this fluid pumped into my lower bowel but I made it through and rushed to the restroom. My dad, brother and I decided to go out to a steak house. I needed to use the restroom. Now this same week I had just gotten glasses for the first time. Our budget was pretty tight and my wife warned me about the wrath of God if I lost or damaged my new $240.00 glasses. As I leaned over to flush the toilet the glasses fell out of my shirt pocket and into the toilet. I can't describe how disgusting this toilet looked and I could not even see my glasses. Thoughts of divorce, bio hazards and someone walking into the restroom while I am reaching into a toilet rushed through my head. But my only option was to reach in and get the glasses back as there was no possible way I was going to face my wife about $240 being flushed down the toilet. I got my glasses back and had to explain why I was in the bathroom for so long to my dad and brother. Sometimes you gotta put up with a bunch of crap to save a marriage. I still have these same glasses today as we have been through so much together. It was not one of my best moments in life and rather disgusting. But I hope it made you laugh. Slickwilly

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Slickwilly, your family is lucky to have you! What would we all do without humor? I believe even Jesus had a good sense of humor but you don't see that in the bible. I remember when I was in the hospital 2 years ago after my surgery for ovarian cancer. I had staples (I visualized Office Max) running down my stomach starting above my belly button and pneumonia. A couple visited me and the husband was relating an experience he had at a hospital (I can't remember the story--wish I could) and it was so funny that I started laughing hard. He was from Bosnia so with his accent the story was unbelievably ridiculous. He sounded like Tom Hanks playing the russian guy in the movie "The Terminal." My stomach hurt so bad that I knew I had to stop laughing. The wife tried to get him to stop but since he saw me laughing he kept on going. With the staples and bruising I held onto my stomach in agony but my laughter was uncontrollable. For some reason that sticks in my mind more than the other stuff that happened while in the hospital. Just recently I did a funny dance in front of my 14-year old daughter (in the privacy of our livingroom) but I don't think she appreciated it.

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Dreamdove I am an open book about my life. If it can make someone laugh and feel a bit better than I am happy. I live in Upper Michigan and did my radiation at Marquette. Now some parts of my state have a whole different language even though its American. I was at a home for patients and spent 5 weeks with two old guys that proubly came from Finland. The Finnish did a bunch of mining and logging up here. The first week I bluffed my way through conversations and tried to put things together. Like "Yaw, I put der mudders on and went for a walk". It took me a week to figure out that mudders were boots. On top of that I am on the Canadian border where a couch is a chaise lounge and a Z-28 Camaro is a Zed-28. So when I did rehab on my arm and ended up with a young girl from the Phillipines it was quite messy. Sometimes she looked at me like I had come from space or had just given her the worst insult of her life. She knew proper english but things I said didn't make any sense. The little bugger made me learn how to talk again. Now when I see her she runs up and gives me a big hug. We both learned alot ha ha. Slickwilly

green50
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You all have good stories. Thanks for sharing. I have what they call a flipper which is actually a denture for one tooth. Well it wasn't chemo that made me sick but it was something I ate since I only got sick once. Yes I vomited in the toilet flushed it looked in the mirror and realized my flipper went down the toilet I had no denture and my front tooth was missing. And that my friends cost me 275 dollars to replace. LOl I have a few too. Chemo sometimes makes me talk backwards too, of course it couldn't be my age,LOL. Thanks for the laughs today.
Prayers and Hugs
Sandy

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Oh that was a bad one I admit, flipped out - sheeesh. Hey they can't all be gems you know. lol.

When something like what happens to you there with your tooth, do you have that one shocking moment of realization of what just occurred. Lately I have been pretty much residing in one shocking moment after another like that and actually now it seems quite normal - oh that can't be good. lol. Anywho, good story - thanks for contributing. Could you get your money back through insurance or anything? Of course it would have been interesting seeing you try to explain that on an insurance form. lol. Blessings, Blueroses.

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Hi - this is slickwilly's wife. In this story (we have a million of them), cancer posed a serious threat to my survival though I personally didn't have it!

One of the steps to determining that slick had cancer involved getting a biopsy of a large facial mass that he had. The plan was to go to a hospital 350 miles from home, have a 45 minute surgery, then travel approximately 80 miles, through downtown Ann Arbor, Michigan to a friends house for dinner and the night prior to the drive home. As most of you know, the game rarely goes according to Hoyle (game rules master for those unfamiliar with my antiquated references).

We arrived and checked in on time, somewhat stressed to begin with. Slick underwent anasthesia (his first ever) and went into surgery. As I waited, 45 minutes went by, then an hour, then 2, then 3. Finally, vibrating with anxiety, I was called in to a private conference room with the doc where he explained that the mass was not solid but an octupus growing throughout his face and I should be prepared to see the reincarnation of Frankenstein (my interpretation) but to stay calm when I saw him. Apparently I was successful as he had no idea what he looked like and could only focus on the fact that we were going for dinner at our friend's. He kept reiterating that he was good to go, I thought he was not being normal but, to be honest, I wanted out too. I tried to get him to the pharmacy for his prescription as I was told to do prior to leaving as he would need the pain meds but it was like trying to restrain a barrel of monkeys. I finally gave him the keys to the car so he could have a cigarette while I got the prescription but the conniving son of a gun got 10 steps from me with them and said I'm just going to go - let's leave. I chased and argued - no good!

snowedin
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In the car we go - gotta love it! Downtown Ann Arbor at rush hour! He was weaving in and out of traffic displaying no fear (where we live, 2 cars at an intersection is a traffic jam) while I left finger nail indentations in the door handle. He, at one point, took an exit ramp and decided it was the wrong one so he deftly swerved back into the main flow of traffic without impacting the other 3 cars in the way! We finally arrived at our destination, me on the verge of a major coronary. He uses the restroom, comes out and sees me. He then wants to know what happened to his face and when did we get here?

I have NEVER let him get his hands on the keys after ANY sedation again!

green50
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I was born in Alma Michigan. My aunt and uncle, aunt still surviving lived near Ann Arbor? Know anyone with last name Bunn?
Just curious
Thanks
Sandy

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How great when a spouse chimes in on the discussion board. Good story too, thanks for that. Oh I think caregivers are the unsung heroes of the whole cancer experience - often feeling so helpless to help their loved ones (even the conniving ones, lol), and left to carry so much of the family's daily lives that can be turned upside down by the diagnosis. I hope we hear from you more on this board, your husband really helps a lot of people get through rough times with his sense of humour. Hugs, Snowedin. Blueroses.

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Watch those Canadian jokes Slickster. Sheeesh. lol. A chaise isn't a couch up here, it's a long arm chair with only one arm and is longer so you can put your feet up at the same time you are sitting in it. Way back when they were called 'fainting couches' so that when the lady felt faint she could lie down flat out. Hey wait, it was the French who coined that phrase, blame them. lol. Apperantly I read that they made these 'fainting couches' because the women back then wore corsets so tight that they often they were short of breath as the corsets were too tight for them to breath normally for too long. I'm pretty sure that's more than you wanted to know about the chaise lounge. lol. The things you learn on this discussion board EH? LOL. Blueroses (The Canuck) lol.

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get you through the day. lol.

Good one Slick, gross but funny. lol. With the way our health care system seems to be going here lately (today I received a letter from my GP saying now we were going to have to pay for a ton of things at her office that used to be free, grrrrr) I would have had to 'go in' for my glasses as well, wouldn't be able to afford new ones. Thanks for the laugh Slick, I needed that my temporary tooth filling that was supposed to last 3 months that I got the other day cracked in half last night. Sigh, back to square one. But I appreciated the laugh right about now Slick, I needed that. Hugs, Blueroses.

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Having no running water for the past 3 weeks my 'better half' decided to take out the loo. we have been managing OK with a portable chemical toilet until last night, when he also removed the sink. I had nothing to steady me as I tried to arise and ended up flat on my back in some really nasty stuff!
Sorry Blue..........i'll go back to my corner.
---------------------Over There?

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Tasha. Thanks so much for the story and stepping up to the plate on this board. I am sorry for your fall into the nasty stuff! Thanks also to the others that have posted here with sometimes embarrasing situations. When Blueroses opened this discussion it was timed perfectly. I had just talked to my neighbor who is going through chemo. She visited this site and found it too depressing. We all know how overwhelmed we were when we first started dealing with cancer. To make anyone smile or laugh during this time is a blessing. If we can cause someone to forget their pain for only a few seconds then we have done a good thing. Bless you all Slickwilly

green50
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I had gotten my tax money luckily so once again no vacation just a new plate. Ha
Oh well this year even in a wheel chair I am going on a two day somewhere, somehow.
Prayers and Hugs,
Sandy

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Sandy. Sometimes we have to look at what is really important. And I think a vacation beats a plate ha ha. I can get you a tooth from a squirrel here and all you would need is a little super glue. There, vacation ready! I would go on a cruise so you don't get the urge to chew on a tree. It seems by these posts that a toilet can be quite dangerous and expensive. It could be why some countries still use a hole in the ground. Have a good day Slickwilly

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That was a phrase that has been used in the past for any jokes dealing with bathroom jokes but sounds like your experience with your 'powder room' (another old term - man I'm dating myself here - no need for a comment there Slick, lol) was nowhere near funny. Hope you didn't hurt yourself too badly Tasha, no corner for you in this one. Poor baby. Hugs, Blueroses.

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Thank you Blue and Slick. I've got a huge black bruise on my bum. But at least it made him get his finger out and put the loo back in today. Wooohooooooooo!!!!!!!! LOL Hugs Jxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. LOL. Have a better day today I hope, Blueroses. Sheesh, I'm a visual person you know Tash, will be carrying around that image for the day, gee thanks. lol. Blueroses.

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If you really miss that portable toilet I have one in my basement. Its a camping item and my oldest daughter was always quite proud when she would hang a tarp around trees and make a complete bathroom. Its always funny what we will put up with when we are camping and if we come home everything has to be working. I was out in Lake Superior with 14 or my family members on my parents sailboat. A storm came up and my step father and I left everyone on a island as we stayed with the sailboat. The 45 foot mast was touching the waves as the boat was rocking. We were in 18 foot seas with a 70 mph wind. I was so sick inside the boat that I layed my head on the chart table and resigned myself to death at sea. There was a coffee cup on this table and it kept going from side to side and hitting me in the head. I was so sick it took two hours for me to finally move the cup. The family on the beach was not doing well either. My sister in-law was in a tent with her hair stuck in the zipper. The tent rolled about 50 feet down the beach before my brother tackled it. My other brother had to tackle a canoe that was about 8 feet up in the air and took a dirty beating. My family spent the night in a caved in tent praying the lightning would not hit them. Its great to go camping with Slickwilly. Bless you all

green50
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Slickwilly its your experience sounds worse but My husband and my boys when they were younger we went and put a tent up in 40 mile an hour wind and rain. Everytime my husband put the stake in it popped back up on the other side. MY boys and me were laughing but he wasn't and was having a few choice words. We finally got it up and had to stay in two days. The day we were leaving sun came out so we got our small boat and did a little fishing before we left. My youngest still hates tents.
Take care all
Sandy

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I'm not a coffee drinker. I can't even stand the smell of it. I work in fast food, have since I was 15. I will never forget the day that I was working in the drive thru and had a customer asking me for a java. At first I thought I misunderstood him so I said, "I'm sorry what was that?" He said once again that he wanted a java. I then proceed to tell him we do not have java. In the mean time I'm asking others that I am working with what the heck is java. Finally he asks me if we have coffee, I told him yeah we have coffee but no java. finally another fellow coworker told me that java was coffee. So I start ranting and raving asking why he just could not say he wanted a coffee!!!
blue hope you get a laugh out of this and anyone else.
cindy

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Well this should then confuse you even further. Java, in computer speak is a programming language that some sites use. You can look up the details in Wikipedia if you like but it will make your head spin. lol. It is also coffee and its also an island in Indonesia. I think it's also the name of my neighbours cat down the hall. Okay I just threw that one in for fun, the neighbours cat isn't named Java. lol. I did get a laugh out of your Java confusion, thanks for that. Hugs, Blueroses.

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In the Army we called coffee mud. In 1975 we were still eating 1945 C Rations. We would go to the desert for three months and live off these little boxes of food. If we were lucky a chopper would fly us in breakfast that was usually cold. But at least we got fresh milk and orange juice to drink all day. I learned some important lessons in the Army. Take your own toilet paper as the paper in the box was only about 4 inches by 4 inches. They must of had smaller butts in the 1940's. Rattle Snakes rattle all night. We learned to sleep sitting up so one didn't crawl in your sleeping bag with us. Some scorpions are clear and you can see right through them. Those are the more dangerous ones ha ha. And putting your little can of jam at one end of the fox hole kept all the ants happy and away from you. Geeezzz I miss those days! Some boxes came with 3 old cigarettes. Pall Malls or Camels without filters. They were so old that you could get a buzz off smoking them. Its funny that we hang onto some things. I still have some can openers from those boxes and my dog tags. Well that was another part of Slickwilly's life. Hugs to everyone. Slickwilly

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Gee I could see some of those scenes as you described them Slick. It is funny what memories we hang onto. Interesting stories indeed. Thanks for those. Hugs, Blueroses.

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I was just getting into these 'events'... then no more entries. Maybe if I tell you one of my cancer treatment experiences the rest of you will fess up again. I hope no one is offended by this. I will say I am sorry in advance if I do. I have already posted this story once so I hope I don't re-offend also. I have UPSC (uterine cancer/aggressive) and part of my treatment was internal radiation which has some very nasty side effects one of which is being asked to use a dialator. (or having sex a minumum of 3 times week.. probably not the nasty part) anyway... I was not aware of some of this dialator 'stuff' since while going through very aggresive treatments one occasionally tends to slide along. I was at my gynacologist/oncologist visit talking with them when they asked me what size my husband is ... ( is NOTHING sacred here??) I told them that my husband was 6'4. I am sure that is not what they "..asked" ....but that was my answer. Then they went on to say that I had to have sex a MINIMUM of 3 times a week. I let them speel on for a bit about the importance of this 3 times a week thing....on and on they went!!... then I gave them my best innocent grandma look and said.. "Well, he might not like it, but I will try to cut him back to that."..... I had to keep a straight face until I got to the elevator... the people on the elevator where probably wondering what could be so funny leaving oncology. I am also curious to see if somewhere on my record in the N word!! I will never tell my husband this. One may have had to have to go through cancer indignities to understand!! God bless you all through these battles.

green50
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I was a little down today and your story made me laugh so thank you. I try to be positive but ya know some days. Thanks PJBA My husband passed away over three years ago but believe me he would love this story too. Hes probably laughing now from above. LOL
Prayers and Hugs
Sandy

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