Laugh Therapy

I wouldn't have made it these past two years without humor. I love to laugh, and it shows in its intense volume. Thank God for my "Cachupoy" husband who never fails to deliver. 

From my first surgery, where he broke a plastic chair and fell flat from it which gave me a hard time laughing because of my fresh scars, to talking about getting an ass mastectomy, he really has been the main source of this wonderful drug. 

Laughter is free and available wherever you look. But, it only comes if you want it. 

Who wouldn't want it? A famous verse says, it is the best medicine. 

So here's a collection of some moments of my funny man.

Here he was during my last surgery being smart.

Using his cellphone as a pillow. Doesn't it look comfy? 

He thought he needed to be more fit but didn't exactly know where the gym was. He thought it was a wall climbing fitness center. 

Isn't he handsome as Bane? Maybe with a more cool mask, and a better body (according to him). 

A scarf (and style) thief! This was the time I was bald and he thought he, too, could wear a scarf around his head if he wanted to. 

There are so many ways to beat the emotional scars this disease brings into people's lives. Life is so much bigger than cancer. 

It can definitely make you think that once you have it, it is your world, but, you look out there and you find so many other things that make your world - faith, love, friendships, laughter, adventures, art, and other people in need.

The other day, I was listening to a preaching about the importance of knowing how blessed you are so you can start blessing others. I realized I have not thought of that in a long time. But really, compared to most in our world, I am, my family is still in a much better place. In my time of great need, I still want to be a blessing. 

I know and should remember, it begins with having joy in myself, then, in my home.....and hopefully, this same joy reaches wherever it is needed and wanted.