I entered my dear
friend’s hospital room quietly. I didn't want to wake her, but I needed her to
know that I was there and she was not alone. Stage four cancer diagnoses, immediate
hysterectomy and scheduled chemo treatments.
I am always the first one to find
humor in any situation. There are times, however, when it is just not funny. I
didn't know what I was going to say to her when she woke up. I am the one with
the sarcastic wit, and sarcasm seemed to be highly inappropriate concerning
this ordeal. So I just sat in the silence, empathetic tears running down my
cheeks.
“Ya know,” she said, groggily. (I had no idea she was even
awake).
“I was lying here thinking of what you would say to me when
you got here,” she continued,
“Then I realized it was you who came in, so I peeked, and
you are sitting there crying like a baby …
Lighten up; Jana … the silver lining to this whole situation
is that I will never have to buy another pad again!” She giggled.
“That is not entirely true.” I stated flatly,
“You were heading into menopause anyway, we’re both getting
older, your gonna need pads for the “squirts” old ladies get when they laugh
too hard … or sneeze! They didn't remove your bladder … just saying…”
She looked up at me and I winked!
Peals of laughter came
next from two nutty old women … with very weak bladders!
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