(cross posted, and edited a bit, from Coffee and Chemo)
On our way home tonight, tired and giddy, my kids and I were laughing about the whole cancer thing. (I know it sounds strange but, trust me, it was funny)
“What is a support group?” asked my youngest daughter.
My eldest daughter jumped in and answered that my support group is “for women with cancer.”
“Not just any old cancer,” I pointed out.
“OK, women with breast cancer,” my eldest corrected herself.
“Not necessarily breast cancer,” I corrected her this time, “women with metastasis.”
“What’s metastasis?” my youngest asked, still confused.
Here, my son jumped in “cancer that is not going away.”
It might sound like a heavy conversation, but it was really quite lighthearted.
I mentioned that, earlier in the day, my sister mercilessly referred to my group as “poor, sick people who sit around talking about cancer.” my eldest, my son, and I burst out laughing.
“Why is that funny?” my youngest asked, even more confused.
“It’s not,” I answered, after a brief pause…. “which is why it is so funny!”
And we burst out laughing some more.
Okay. That was supposed to be a smiley face but it doesn’t quite do it for me. I think a macabre sense of humor is the only way to get through some things!