My family has a pretty sick sense of humor.
I’m sure when most people think of my parents and I, they see halos and praying hands. I mean for the most part, I see that too. I grew up in a very active southern baptist family. My dad is the head Deacon of the church and my mother is a Sunday school teacher.
However, behind closed doors, like most people, our true behaviors show themselves.
When my Dad was diagnosed with Cancer, this is how we dealt with it.
“Carolyn. Have you seen my truck keys?”
And my moms response?
“No honey.” My mom then turns to me and says, “Oh…that cancer brain of his.”
And we’d laugh and laugh and laugh.
One day my dad walked into the kitchen, looked at me and said, “I need new pants, I’ve lost a lot of weight.”
And my response?
“Wow dad, that cancer diet is really working out for you.”
One afternoon, my mom asked my dad to do something for her. I don’t remember what it was, just that it was a very simple task.
“I can’t honey. The cancer.”
He then smirked and went on to do what she has asked.
Maybe its not that we have a sick sense of humor (And maybe it is), but I think that humor helped us through a difficult time, and it’s still helping us even though that time is over.
My dad’s been cancer free for a year and a half, but we still call him cancer brain. That crazy kid can never find the truck keys.blog comments powered by Disqus