For example, my radiation team wrote on me with permanent marker almost every day. I decided, if I had to have permanent ink on my body, it better be purple. One technician searched, found and gave me my own purple pen, which I took back and forth with me each day. They would laugh when I prevented them from writing on me with “unacceptable” colors like green or orange, and gladly use the purple pen clipped onto my gown. It wasn`t much, but it helped us all focus on smiling. One day a new technician went into full “calm down the hysterical patient” mode in response to my teasing. I quickly apologized, explained I was not upset, but trying to be funny, and invited her to play along with me. The other technicians joined me in calming her down. That experience gave me more sympathy and understanding for their original restraint in joining me in laughter.
When my sister went into the hospital for intestinal surgery, I primed her with this joke: Why was the skeleton afraid to cross the road? Answer: It didn’t have any guts. It was so perfect for her audience that the nurses told it to everyone who came in the procedure room before my sister had a chance! Friends, taking care of us is not always the most joyful job. We need laughter, and it will bless the ones who care for us as well. Join Fran and I, and choose to laugh, especially on your way to the hospital.