Now, I know that’s not really this week’s Patients for a Moment question (that was about a funny moment in my illness).
But I think the idea that laughter can help a person get through an illness is really powerful. I don’t know that I’m at a point where I can laugh at my PSA yet — hell, I can barely talk about it without tearing up. But laughing, even just for a little while — maybe while watching “Scrubs” or “The Office” or having some crazy conversation with my husband or friends — it makes everything seem somehow less dire, more manageable.
It makes me feel like maybe I could laugh at this one day.
Oh sure, there have been some funny moments, I guess. Like when I first started using injectable biologics and would bargain with myself or trick myself into thinking that I was not about to stick a needle in me. “This time it won’t hurt, Self,” I would say. “Wuss.” (I’m a big liar.)
Mostly, I am just glad I still can laugh, even if not at myself just yet. I can laugh when I’m singing silly songs in the car. I can laugh with my husband, when we make ridiculous faces at each other. I can laugh at the poem a good friend wrote me. (I’m not being mean; it’s meant to be funny!) I can laugh at TV shows, movies and musicals. I can laugh at political candidates responses to our questions on Election Day (“I’m making a sandwich” still wins, hands-down, as a response to, “How did you spend your Election Night?”).
So, laughter is the best medicine? Yeah, I think I’ll have a double dose.