humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers and once you
find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be you can survive
it”- Bill Cosby
truism and one I have been made acutely aware of lately. While a myriad of
lifes struggles have been particularly painful, I have found solace in my
humor. Quite honestly, if someone asked me to look at the humor in any aspect
in my life I most likely would have shot them that, ‘Really?” look before
saying something I would surely regret. Ironically, my humor came out of
hibernation amidst some huge stressors.
my monthly infusions of Tysabri, I have slipped from Relapsing-Remitting to
Primary-Progressive. I can feel the progression in my legs, my mind and most of
all, my heart. I have been hit with a melancholy and wistfulness that make me
quite blue and it takes every ounce of cognitive strength to will myself out of
it. Getting out of a funk is an exercise in deliberation and determination and
can leave you feeling weary. I was in such a state when Abby did something. I
say something because what she did, in and of itself, was not funny. In fact it
was quite annoying, hence, leaving me with a quandary. Do I take see this
situation as a negative or a positive? Something within me just chose the
latter and I began, much to my surprise, to laugh. Loud.
a weapon in our arsenal and we often forget its effectiveness in both making us
happy and relieving stress. I have found it imperative to laugh amongst the
tears and smile in my despair as it doesn’t have to be one or the other.
Because I am sad doesn’t mean I have to forego feeling happiness. They are not
coexistent yet mutually exclusive. I can hold both.
thing we call MS and the myriad of symptoms that mirror it can lead us down a
dark road and we need to cull upon any source of happiness within.
Interestingly enough, doing this is often a choice, one that can drastically
alter our perception and, as they say, perception is everything. I am
definitely not saying that our blues, struggles and troubles will up and
disappear; rather, we will find hope in a wonderful coping mechanism.
clarify the situation with Abby was as follows: Earlier in the day, Abby has
counter surfed and absconded three pork chops. Upon arriving home I found only
traces of the pink Styrofoam container strewn across the lawn and instead of
getting mad I laughed. Not only did I smile thinking of her trying to contort
her rather large Golden Retriever tummy over the granite counter, I laughed out
loud at my stupidity at trusting her with them. Later that day she was carrying
around something that resembled a dead bird. I was convinced of this all while
trying to have her let go so I could dispose of it. Once she let go I
approached only to find that this dead bird was really a dirt-dipped pork chop.
She had buried the aforementioned pork chops.
deep and hard and you know what? It felt good.