I tried to make light of my BC diagnosis whenever possible. For example, if I saw the laundry pile up, I'd tell my husband....honey, you're going to have to take care of that....I have cancer! The house needs vacuumed? Honey, i cant....i have cancer! Then we both would crack up! Truth be told, my husband spoiled me rotten and we found numerous ways to laugh thru the tears. Humor really does help.

I'm with the rest of the ladies, it's a conscious decision to find the humor. Cancer can make finding joy and laughter difficult, there were alot of days that I had to make myself find something to laugh about.

For me, the big "aha" moment was shortly after I was DX'd. I was in the car driving to work and the radio talk show I was listening to made a comment about how men with cancer only get divorced (during treatment and the year after) about 3-4% of the time. On the other hand, women who go through cancer have a divorce rate of 15-25% . I'm making up those numbers because I can't recall the real numbers, but you get the gist.

The radio hosts were wondering why that is the case.

At the time, I was active on another online support forum and was discouraged by all the women on there that were negative and made it sound like life NEVER EVER gets better after cancer. Cancer ruined their lives. Period. End of story.

And my first thought when the radio hosts asked that question was "50% men who can't deal and 50% women who can't deal and change so drastically that their husband can no longer relate".

At that point, I promised myself that I wouldn't let cancer win and turn me into someone unrecognizable. My humor is a huge part of me. I love to laugh. What if I let cancer take that away from me? So that was the day I started my blog. I needed something that pushed me to look for the funny part of all this. And I found alot to laugh about. Some days... there was nothing funny about it, and some days there STILL isn't anything funny about it.

But most days, if you look for it, you can find humor in almost any part of treatment. Chemo - the miracle hair remover (everyone in hollywood should try it!). I had a whole bunch of silly hats (I went thru treatment in MN in the winter... it was cold), and when I was having a bad day, I'd put one on and laugh at myself in the mirror. I even embraced the dark humor. You all know what I'm talking about, those jokes that you can't share with family b/c they'll think you're being morbid. But for some reason it's funny to you :)

Any laughter is good laughter. Sometimes you just gotta look for it.

I went throughout my journey with a positive attitude and humor each day. I called it my C card. With the cancer card you can get out of speeding tickets, be seated early if you fly, people that you have not spoken to or seen in a while reconnect with you and everyone cooks or sends food to you. I couldn't help but laugh (after I cried)whenever I looked in the mirror and decided that I looked like a grown up zombie baby. My happy attitude helped me and my loved ones make it a little easier.

I remember going to my boss and telling him that I needed a day off for some procedure concerning my breast cancer. He turned red and quickly told me it was fine to be out from work. I could tell that he was uncomfortable with the word "breast." A few weeks later I asked to be out again and used the word breast again. I guess I was curious if that word bothered him. Again he turned really red again and said I could be off. I joined some of my coworkers and tol them how my boss reacted. All of the women I told are fond of this guy but his ambarrasment was funny. Then someone whispered, "I wonder how he would react if you told him you needed to be off because of your vagina. Okay, girls acting badly

Hello Everyone,
I found myself being on a beach on a beautiful sunny day playing in the water in my mind. Sitting there throwing pebbles in the water and rings form in the water. I wanted to go out in the water to play. This helped me take my mind off the pain.
I sewed and made things and that helped my mind too. I also kept a diary to write all of my thoughts down how I was doing. This help because sometimes people do not want to hear about cancer. Sometimes they will give you their opinion and never had cancer. Not a good idea.
I also talked to God everyday. He was there with me then and He is here with me now.
I have not had to take no medicine for cancer after I finished my treatments 25 years ago. I am blessed and this is why I am sharing my story with you.