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A Sense of Humor


I don't like to complain. I try not to bear grudges. I know that lots of people have it worse than I do. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

I know that if I think too much about my health and current work status it is a quick sink into depression, so I try to keep a sense of humor about it all.

Given that, here are my two observations of the day:

1. I am working on a brochure about my Life Stories work. I want to include a photo of me with the "about the instructor" blurb. I decided it makes no difference at all which photo I choose — without hair, it's not like I look like any of them!

2. I greatly underestimated how much chemo messed with my immune system. I got pneumonia and flu vaccines, but for the past week I've had a cough and, at times, sore throat. I stayed in my house for five of the past six days. Today I ventured out to restock on cough drops. My bill at the drugstore was $20.34. I gave the clerk $20.35. Instead of giving me my change, he held it over the donation jar on the counter. Ready to drop it in, he asked me, "Would you like to donate this penny to cancer?" I wanted to reply, "I AM cancer!" (The big spender that I am, I said sure.)

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