I’ve hit the halfway point in my radiation therapy for breast cancer and so far, so good. Not only is it relatively painless, I have scored some pretty delicious meals thanks to fine friends and whenever I feel like it, I get to pull out the “I’m so tired” card.  In the world of strange coincidences, my sister Kathy, a nurse in Alaska, discovered her own breast cancer shortly after I told her about mine in December. It has been difficult being so far away from her but she makes me feel better by saying what happened to me probably saved her life. That said, I have always had my eye on her Rolex watch but I’m more likely to get on of her favorite Christmas sweaters.

The truth is I’ve heard lots of cancer stories since my own broke and every one is something unique, important and usually has some laughs attached to it. I am mulling over doing something with the humor end of things. It seems the best idea since I won’t be held to a very high truth standard and I now know for sure that laughter IS the best medicine. Please forward me any cancer laughs you might have experienced. The pain we remember all too well.