You know your having a bad day when...
1- You wake up and discover your waterbed broke and then realize you don't
have a waterbed.
2- A fortune teller offers to refund your money.
3- Your twin sister forgets your birthday.
One way to get a perspective when your day isn't going so well is to realize that your circumstances may not be so bad after all when compared to someone else's. In fact, sometimes, in comparison, your day will look pretty darned good.
Take, for example, what you do for a living and what other poor souls do. Some of the worst jobs, as ranked by Popular Science magazine, include:
—a whale-feces researcher: O.K. How do they even collect this stuff?
—Olympic drug tester: testing urine samples thousands of times can't be much fun for anyone, even if it is a specimen from a gold medal winner.
—a gravity research subject: while it may be nice to stay in bed for a period of time, doing so until your muscles atrophy is another can't-be-much-fun job.
— preserved-animal preparer: bottles such things as frogs, cats, and pigs for biology students. Ninety-nine bottles of frogs on the shelf, ninety-nine bottles of frogs....
— garbologist: I never knew there was such a thing but considering that I call myself a "jollytologist", I guess there is an "oloigst" for everything. This one sifts through garbage in order to discover how waste breaks down and to analyze consumption patterns. Sorry folks, I'd rather be a jollytologist.
—hazardous-materials diver: if you like swimming in sewage, this may be the job for you. Me? I'd rather swim with the sharks.
And, finally, if all the above jobs don't make your job look a little better, the next time you are
complaining about things like traffic jams, copier jams, or being in a jam, remember the penguin.The male penguin, as seen in the movie, The March of the Penguins, stands all winter huddled together in below freezing temperature and blizzard conditions.
Now, don't you feel a lot better not having to do that?
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Sometimes a laugh is the only weapon we have.
While I was writing my book, The Courage to Laugh: Humor, Hope and Healing in the Face of Death and Dying, my dad died. New Year's Eve 1996, he was taken to the hospital. Nine days later, just hours after my mom called to tell me that he was looking better, my dad was no longer alive. After a frantic phone call to book a flight and only two hours of sleep, I got on a plane that took me from my California home to my mom's condo in Florida and to the funeral.
I managed to hold back my tears until I was on the plane. There, however, amidst business men using telephones and the click of laptops, I sat sobbing.
So here I was, I thought, writing about humor and death while my dad died. The universe was testing me to see if I could find anything funny in the situation—and I was failing. I found nothing to laugh about as the shock of his death washed over me. Nothing funny that is, until the flight attendant shoved a cup of hot liquid under my nose and demanded, “Here. Drink this. I guarantee it will help.”
“What is it?,” I asked.
“Coffee and Bailey's Irish Creme,” he said.
That's when my tears mingled with laughter. First of all, it was seven o'clock in the morning—not exactly cocktail hour. Second, I laughed because I never drink coffee and, since I am lactose intolerant, I avoid dairy products—especially cream.
I refused the attendant’s grief-relief remedy but there was something special about it anyway. The comic irony of it all made me laugh—not a laugh big enough to completely stop the tears but an inner laugh that felt comfortable and whispered that everything would be all right.
Then I had another cosmic chuckle. I realized that I was just handed the opening words for my book.
During the next few days, I cried a lot. I was feeling alone and very vulnerable. My mother kept saying not to cry but I allowed my tears to flow. I also noticed that in spite of the sadness of the situation, amusing incidents happened anyway. These drew me away from my tears and produced everything from a smile to a hearty guffaw.
One of the funniest incidents came as we were having a telephone conversation with the rabbi. In the Jewish religion, it is customary for the immediate family to sit Shivah for seven days after the funeral. Friends, relatives and neighbors stop by to pay their condolences during this time. While informing the rabbi that my brother would be completing his Shivah in Connecticut, where he lives, my mom had a slip of the tongue. Instead of saying "Sitting Shivah", she blurted out, "Shitting Sivah.”
My brother and I immediately convulsed with laughter. My mom, realizing what she had said, shoved the phone in my hand. She was laughing too hard to speak.
For the next few days, as I was going through this roller coaster ride of tears and laughter, I learned several things about humor and grief.
I learned that it may take some time to find laughter after a loss. I learned too that it may not always be the fall-down-hold-your-belly kind of laughter that we had experienced when my mom got tongue-tied. Sometimes it’s only an inner chuckle. But whatever kind it is, it is there. It is there to provide a momentary respite from our grief. It is there to show us that indeed life goes on in spite of our loss. It is there to give us hope.
If you have lost someone dear to you recently, I will not tell you to read this book because, as the flight attendant told me, “I guarantee it will help.” No one can guarantee an instant grief remedy; I don't think there is one. What I can say from my own experience, however, is that humor might help. Maybe it will give you hope to continue and a much needed respite from your tears.
When a family is sitting Shivah, it is customary for condolence callers to bring food into the home so that the bereaved do not have to cook or prepare meals. While there, remembrances of the deceased are frequently discussed. Often it encompasses some lighthearted moments in the deceased's life. Like the food that the condolence callers bring to provide nourishment for the body, I believe that the things they laugh about provide nourishment for the soul.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
| When disaster strikes, shock sets in. When shock sets in, humor takes a back seat. When shock subsides, humor appears again. |
Within a week of the 9/11 attacks a glimmer of humor appeared. According to one Washington Post reporter, the time it took between the first plane hitting the World Trade Center and the first attempt at Internet humor was 5 days, 2 hours, 8 minutes and 1 second. It consisted of anagrams (a word or phrase formed by rearranging the letters of another word or phrase) of the name Osama bin Laden: “Animals on a bed.” “I'm Dole bananas.” ”I'm no bean salad.”
Not that funny, but still, it was humor, nevertheless. It was a reminder that life, and laughter, go on.
Even though it was hard to imagine anything funny ever again, comedians such as Jay Leno and David Letterman returned from their hiatus. But it was hardly humor as usual.
The most they could do was to remind their audience that their role in all of this was to help people escape. Comparing his work to providing cookies and lemonade to someone who comes home after a hard day at work, Leno said, “We’re not trying to make anybody forget. We’re just trying to take their mind off it for a minute.”
Realizing, too, the need for distraction, New York City Mayor Rudy Giuliani commanded the hit Broadway comedy “The Producers” to ring up its curtain again.
And at SheckyMagazine.com, a Web site for stand-up comics, comedians were urged to return to their profession of telling jokes: “Some comics have expressed an understandable reticence to ‘tell our little jokes’ at such a heavy time. We would advise these comics to regain perspective. 'Our little jokes' have the power to enable people to escape the horror.”
But lightening up a city, and a country, that has never seen or been that close to destruction before was not an easy task. As Entertainment Weekly noted “anyone who traffics in current-events comedy still doesn’t know where to draw the punchline.”
Thus, when Letterman returned to the air waves, he did it without his usual humorous opening monologue routine or his “Top Ten” list. Instead, he was joined on his first show by a tearful Dan Rather who, with Regis Philbin, recited ”America the Beautiful.”
Political cartoonists too struggled to find the right tone for their satire. Mike Peters of the Dayton (Ohio) Daily News sketched a line of naked people at an airport metal detector. One person was saying, “I guess we have to give in to these security measures.” Even though it was funny, Peters decided to scrap it for a less critical cartoon in which an airline employee asks a passenger: “Do you have reservations?”
“Yes, but I'm still going to go,” the man replies.
Bring in the Clowns
In the Jewish religion, the basic mourning period is the seven days of Shiva. At the end of that you're required to attempt to re-engage with the world and your life as it was. . . .and that's where we come in.
While the country was numb and uncertain of what would happen next, humor was dormant. But as we began to get a sense of who our enemy was, humor started to show more strength. Like someone who has had a stroke and must learn to use their body again, we fumbled around with humor until we discovered when to laugh and what to laugh at.
“There’s nothing funny and no humor to be found in the disaster itself,” satirist Harry Shearer said on National Public Radio’s program, “Fresh Air.” “But,” he continued, noting that this is a trivial comparison, “when one was making a great deal of fun of the circus that surrounded the O. J. Simpson trial, there was nothing funny about the crime that started the whole thing off. That was horrific and terrible, and nothing funny could be done about it. But as the thing wound on and we learned more about those characters and their very human foibles . . . there was a great deal of fun to be had with that.”
It took a while but stand-up comics, late-night comedians and political cartoonists finally found ways to both reflect bad news connected to 9/11 and, at the same time, deflect it with humor. What was safe to satirize was humor directed at our enemies—Osama bin Laden, the terrorists, and the Taliban and everything directly or indirectly related to them.
It was a humor that gave us power over our enemy. It was humor which lifted us from our despair. It was also humor that bonded us together against a common cause.
And...it was funny.
With something to aim their comic comments at, the late night talk show hosts were back in their stride. Conan O'Brien, for example, quipped, “It was reported today that Osama bin Laden has 50 brothers and sisters. Which absolutely shocked me because I had no idea he was Catholic.”
And, Saturday Night Live's “Weekend Update” announced: “Last night the Taliban offered to release eight Westerners if the US. promised not to attack. The State Department declined but thanked the Taliban for the offer, saying it really felt good to laugh again.”
Cartoonists too had a focus for their pen and their put-downs. Some of the first attempts of humor involved the mistreatment of women by the Taliban. In one cartoon, a group of Taliban are reading a note. In large letters, it says, “Give us Osama bin Laden or we'll send your women to college.”
Another editorial cartoon takes place in a human bomb class in an Afghanistan Terrorist School. The instructor, who has a bunch of dynamite strapped around his waist and a detonator in his hand, tell the class, “Pay attention, because I'm only going to do this once, OK?”
Every event related to the attacks of 9/11 brought with it new laughing matter. When Jesse Jackson. for example, wanted to negotiate with the Taliban, actor Darrell Hammond playing Jackson on Saturday Night Live explained:
“For the record, I did not contact the Taliban. They, in fact, contacted me. What happened was this. I had a hang-up on my machine. So I star-69'd.And they said, 'Hello?'And I said, 'Who's this?'And they said, 'Who's this?'And I said, 'You called me.'Then they said, 'No, you called us.'And I said, 'I star-69'd you.'"
When stricter security at airports was the new news of the day, Letterman told his audience, “Security here in New York City is still very tight. Hookers in Time Square now are demanding two forms of fake ID.”
The New Yorker, which was denuded of cartoons immediately after 9/11, ran a piece two months later comparing what was funny when this country found itself at war in December, 1941, and what we were laughing at now. Two of the current cartoons focused on security issues.
One showed a woman going through airport security holding her pet cat in a carrying case. A security guard informs her, “We'll need to declaw the cat.”
The other cartoon depicts a customer getting the going over with a metal-detecting wand outside a restaurant. He tells someone waiting behind him, “The food is just so-so, but the security is fantastic.”
After one airline passenger tried to ignite the explosives in his shoes, cartoonist Mike Peters helped us laugh at new heightened security pat downs and clothing searches. A couple in their underwear are putting their clothes back on. The husband is saying to his wife: “I don't mind these strip searches but I hate when they stick dollars in my underwear.”
When the anthrax scare came along, it too brought with it more grist for the humor mill. Jay Leno quipped, “The FBI is urging all Americans to beware of any letters or packages that have badly misspelled words. Man, this is going to be terrible news for the rap industry.”
One cartoonist used humor to cleverly tackled both the anthrax scare and the increasing job cuts. A man sitting at his desk cautiously opening a letter quips, “Whew! It's only a layoff notice.”
And finally, folks on the Internet got real creative with elements related to 9/11. One photo showed a woman lying down on the conveyor belt of the luggage scanner. The headline reads: “Enhanced Airport Screening to Include Mammogram.”
As humor returned to the airwaves, the wire services, and the Web, the rules for poking funny at our leaders began to ease. Here, for example, was a letter that circulated on the Internet shortly after the attacks:
From: The White House
To: Albert Gore
We found some more votes. You won. When do you want to take over?
George W. Bush
Bring in the Other Clowns
The art of the clown is more profound than we think. . . . It is the comic mirror of tragedy and the tragic mirror of comedy.
Our comedians and cartoonists are not the only ones who help us heal with laughter. There is a whole other, often under-recognized, group of humor healers. These are the caring clowns around the country who visit hospitals and nursing homes bringing comfort and comic relief to both the sick and the dying. They also play an important role during disasters.
John Kapherer, from New Jersey, who is known in the world of clowning as “Clem T”, is one of those clowns. Three days after the attack he put on his costume and headed for Ground Zero. He reports:
“I'm not allowed to get anywhere near the World Trade Center, but I am entertaining the Search and Rescue teams at night. . . . Most of what I've been doing is just being there for the people looking for missing friends, talking with children and entertaining on a limited basis for the people of NYC. This is not a time for jokes and laughter but a time for caring and support. . . . I am doing whatever I can do to help out, even if it is from afar.
The comic spirit masquerades in all things we say and do.
We are each a clown and do not need to put on a white face.
Sometimes, when we least expect it, the comic spirit arises, from seemingly out of nowhere, to remind us that there just might be another way of looking at a troubled world.
Along side the story about Clem T in the Hospital Clown Newsletter, published by caring clown Shobi Dobi, there was an anonymously written piece about the aftermath of the World Trade Center. It is a wonderful reminder that the comic spirit lives even in the midst of tragedy. Here is part of that story:
I've been volunteering at the Armory. That is where the families with missing people go. . . . I was sorting through the donations people were sending in. One woman sent a mink coat. Someone sent dirty sneakers, T-shirts with armpit stains, and, let's see what else—oh, yes, half a tube of toothpaste! Everyone in my part of the Armory was laughing hysterically when they saw these items. It was kind of nice to have something to laugh at. . . .
Yesterday we went back to work—tried to be normal. I was walking home and had stopped at a light near my apartment. I noticed the guy standing next to me was wearing a New York City fire department T-shirt. I thanked him and asked him how he was holding up. He started sobbing and hugged me.
He was on his way to my local fire station. They had lost 14 men. He'd been working nonstop since the attack. He said it was like hell—body parts everywhere. He told me he felt sick every time he had to go in—that the only thing that kept him going was the people cheering the rescue workers on when they walked out of Ground Zero. He said, 'please don't stop doing that—don't stop cheering us. If you do, I don't know what we'll do.'
I went to the firehouse with him and lit a candle at the vigil. As I was walking back to my house, I kept wondering if NYC would ever be the same again.
Just then, a drag queen came roller-blading by dressed as Wonder Woman. As he handed out donuts to people waiting on line, I started to laugh. I realized that somethings about New York City will never change.”
Nudging Toward Normalcy
I think the comedian's greatest service in the upcoming months can be to remind people of the past tragedy—but at the same time nudge them toward normalcy with laughter.
The comedians, the cartoonists, and the caring clowns comforted a nation under stress. They provided a distraction from the seemingly endless replay of the horrors of September 11th.
The laughter they helped produce bonded us together in defiance. One doctored photograph, for example, of a supposedly new design for the World Trade Center showed not two towers, but five. Each looked like a finger, the middle one sticking up higher than the rest.
Back to normal? Sort of.
| Part 1|
THE DAY LAUGHTER STOPPEDWithin hours of the Chernobyl nuclear-power disaster, the Challenger shuttle explosion, and even the 1993 bombing of the World Trade Center, tasteless jokes, often dubbed “gallows humor,” spread like wildfire. But the day the terrorists' attacked the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, humor, for the most part, stopped.
The country, no, the world, was in mourning.
Unlike Chernobyl, the terrorists' attacks weren't something that happened in some far away place. It happened right here in the US and was the worst disaster in our history. Unlike the Challenger explosion, where seven people lost their lives, almost 3,000 thousand people died on 9/11. And, unlike the earlier bombing on the World Trade Center, a major landmark and symbol of the strength of the financial world was, not just damaged but, totally destroyed.
The tragedy of September 11th was so sudden, so enormous, and so horrendous, both in terms of lives lost and global consequences, that this country and the world went into immediate and prolonged shock.
The gallows humor of previous disasters, no matter how tasteless, provided an outlet for people to vent their feelings. But too many people were too close to the senseless attacks of September eleventh, and the repercussions too widespread, to joke about it. Our sense of safety, for anyone everywhere, was threatened forever.
The Humor Blackout
No humor column today. I don't want to write it
and you don't want to read it.
Comedians and cartoonists around the country grappled with the appropriateness of humor at this tragic time. Shows like “Late Show With David Letterman”, the "Late Late Show With Craig Kilborn” and the “Tonight Show With Jay Leno” suspended operations.
Any attempts at humor immediately after September 11th were deemed tasteless. The internet, where one would usually find gallows humor, was devoid of it. At the same time, dozens of humor lists delayed their Web postings. And jokes, which get passed around the internet on an hourly basis, ceased.
Magazines suspended humor too. The New Yorker, known for its witty cartoons and playful covers, had a dark gray and black cover and no cartoons. It was the first time since Hiroshima that the magazine was void of any humorous drawings.
Satiric publications, such as the Onion, which received some irate e-mails for jokes that were already in the works, also held off publishing any new material. This was the first time in the publication's 13-year history of the Onion, known for its sarcastic twist of society and politics, that an event caused such a major editorial decision. “The age of irony,” noted one of it’s writers, “is over.”
For the creators of comedy, there was a nagging question: When nobody feels like laughing, what do humorists do?
Will We Ever Laugh Again?
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, and a time to die . . . . A time to weep, and a time to laugh.
Two days after the attacks, I was scheduled to present one of my humor programs for an organization in Missouri. However, it, and my flights to get there, were canceled. But a scheduled program in Las Vegas the following week was not.
I wrestled with how to handle what I would say to the audience. I questioned whether or not to discuss the events of the previous week. Whether it was too soon for laughter? How might the audience react? In light of the recent death and destruction, would they think that what I was saying was irrelevant, and, even worse, irreverent?
Since the goal of my programs is to show audiences how humor can both help them heal as well as deal with not-so-funny stuff, I decided to discuss the events of the previous week, the pain all of us were feeling, and how humor and some laughter might be beneficial. I cut out a couple of airline stories that I knew would get a laugh because I also knew that any reference to air travel just then might make the audience nervous. So rather than risk it, I dropped the airlines anecdotes. Other than that, I proceeded with my usual humor program.
My gut feeling about not altering my presentation too much was the right decision. Many in the audience told me afterwards, “I really needed that. It felt good to laugh again.”
Moreover, while several of my programs were canceled or postponed, others organizations, which were struggling to come up the funds, called to book me. “We desperately need you and your humor now. We'll come up with the money somehow.”
When times get tough, at some point, people instinctively know they need to lighten up in order to get through it. But the time it takes for people to get to that place is not the same for everyone. As my friend and hospital clown, Shobi Dobi says, “The sharp edges of shock need a little time to mend.”
Shobi reminds us, “Everyone needs a different amount of time to adjust.” Some may do it in three days, some three weeks, and some three months. For others, three years may not even be enough time.
Late-night comedian, Johnny Carson, used to tell a joke about the assassination of Lincoln. When it got little or no laughs, he would turn to Ed McMahon, his sidekick, and tell him, “It's still too soon!”
That's Not Funny. . . or is it?
A sense of humor is a gift from God,
but like any gift, it can abused.
It was a strange time for cartoonists, comedians and the country.
On the one hand, both the Mayor of New York City and the President of the United States urged Americans to get on with their lives. President Bush even tried lightening things up when he told senators in an Oval Office meeting: ''I'm not gonna fire a $2 million missile at a $10 empty tent and hit a camel in the butt.''
But, in spite of the President's urging to get back to normal, comedians who attempted to cheer the public up too soon were put down. “Comedy is at a weird point right now,” Kevin McGeehan, a member of the legendary Second City comedy troupe, told one reporter. “Nobody’s sure what’s funny anymore. There's been a very weird vibe since the attacks, where anything a comedian says can be misconstrued.” And it was.
Almost a week after the attacks Politically Incorrect host, Bill Maher, was reprimanded, by both his sponsors and White House, for a remark he jokingly made about U. S. bombing tactics. Had Maher waited another week instead of a mere six days after the attack, noted one reporter, there would not have been such a fuss about his remark. But our wounds were too raw, our grief too new to laugh.
Several comedians learned about the new rules of comedy the hard way. Comedian Gilbert Gottfreid, for example, was booed when he remarked at a Friar’s Club roast, where offensiveness is often the norm, “I’m flying back to L. A. tomorrow. I wanted a direct flight, but apparently they have to make a stop at the Empire State Building.”
In another example of too much humor too soon, a couple of radio disk-jockeys were fired for playing a parody of the calypso banana boat song Day O. The lyrics, as evidenced below, were not really offensive to anyone, except maybe the Taliban. But their boss obviously felt otherwise.
Hey Mr. Taliban, hand over bin Laden.
Daylight come and we drop de bombs.
One bomb, two bombs, three bombs, four,
Cruise missiles knocking at your door.
Someday We'll Laugh Again
Finding humor in a tragic situation is an extremely healthy step. It is a way of looking toward the future and of saying that this suffering can be put behind us.
—Peter Weingold, MD
In The Sandusky (Ohio) Register. columnist Dave Schwensen likened the September 11th attacks to getting beat up by a bully.
“Imagine a day on the playground during school recess,” he wrote. “An unseen bully, afraid you might be able to defend yourself again him, sneaks up from behind and delivers a sucker punch in your stomach. It hurts, but eventually you'll catch your breath. How you resolve the situation is up to you, but the punch isn't enough to keep you from someday laughing again.”
Monday, March 7, 2011
1. All major sports teams have coaches. If you want to play in the major league, get coaching.
2- If you want to be good, hang around those who already are.
3- Audiences remember only a few of your words. They never forget the essence of who you are.
4- Work on who you are more than what you say.
5- Don't rush to get your book published. People eventually forget a bad speech. A book is forever.
6- Professional speaking is a crazy business but that doesn't mean that you need to go crazy. Don't go bonkers, if you lose a speaking engagement. It leaves that date open for another one to come along...or to write the next bestseller.
7- Charge less than you are worth and grow into your fee.
8- Don't try to do it all. Everything you hear from other speakers shouldn't be everything you do. Take only what fits for you, your style, and your market.
9- Have a passion for what you do. It will help you get through those delayed flights, canceled engagements, and not-so-great audiences.
10- Have fun. If you are not enjoying what you are doing, why do it?
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Several years ago, I interviewed a number of people who make their living in the humor field. After the interviews, I noticed some common traits that most of them used to stay stress free and to get more laughter in their life. Those habits included:
1- Being Committed: They were determined to get more laughter in their life.
2- Making the Right Choice: They knew they have a choice: They can be miserable or mirthful.
3- Staying in Control: They recognized that nobody or nothing can ruin their day.
4- Reframing Experience: They turn adverse situations around by finding something funny in them.
5- Looking for the Light Side: They were always on the lookout for the lighter side of a situation.
6- Laughing at Themselves: They found it easy to laugh at themselves.7- Laughing Even When It’s Hard: They laughed even when finding something to laugh about was elusive.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Cancer, schmancer—as long as you're healthy.
In my humor and healing presentations, I do an exercise with red clown noses. Everyone in the audience gets a sealed packet with one inside. With their eyes closed, I ask audience members to think of some difficulty they are having and then, still with their eyes closed, to open the packet and put on the clown nose. Then I ask them to open their eyes and look around the room.
I was a little reluctant to do this activity, however, when I addressed the annual meeting of the National Coalition of Cancer Survivorship. I knew that a number of people in the group had facial cancer. Some had only a partial nose, some none at all.
I checked with the meeting planner to make sure that the clown-nose-process was appropriate. She assured me that even those with facial disfigurement would love it. Still, I was uncomfortable about doing it. My fears were quickly alleviated, however, when the group not only responded with overwhelming laughter but also delighted in sharing stories with me about their prosthetic noses.
One woman joyfully showed me a Polaroid photo taken in her hotel room minutes before my speech. She told me that she was getting ready to attend my talk and proceeded to put adhesive glue on her prosthetic nose. Then she waited for it to dry. When it came time to attach the nose, however, it was gone. She could not find it.
At that moment a friend knocked on the door. So she asked her friend to help locate it. The nose was finally found and a picture taken. It showed the nose stuck to her rear-end.
She delighted in telling me the story and in explaining the photo. But she was even more elated with her new clown nose. She said, “This is great. From now on, I have a choice of which nose to wear.”
In Anatole Broyard’s brilliant book, Intoxicated by My Illness, he writes eloquently about being diagnosed with prostate cancer. One of the striking points he makes is that “Illness is primarily a drama, and it should be possible to enjoy it as well as to suffer it. . . . Illness is not all tragedy. Much of it is funny.”
TV journalist, and cancer survivor, Linda Ellerbee, knows well about cancer and comedy. She once wrote, “Cancer is serious. But there are funny things about it too. That summer I bought some breast prostheses to use while swimming. Instead of fastening them to my skin with Velcro as the directions instructed, I simply inserted the prostheses into my bathing suit. When I came out of the water, one had migrated around to my back! Now, how can you not laugh at such a thing? Either you laugh or you cry your eyes out.”
Serious illnesses, like cancer, are not funny. Still, funny things happen.