Laughter Is Bubbly!

Laughter Is Bubbly!

From Chicken Soup for the Breast Cancer Survivor's Soul

Laughter Is Bubbly!

Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.

Mark Twain

One sunny afternoon about two or three months after I had finished chemotherapy and radiation, I was outside watching my husband, Walter, wash our car. I decided to help.

He really didn’t want me to because I was still very weak and tired from the treatments for breast cancer, but being very persistent (translation: stubborn), I insisted. He finally agreed and brought a little stool for me to sit on and said I could wash the tires. I did this for a while, but it was very awkward sitting and scrubbing around the spokes in the wheel cover, so I stood up and leaned over.

My prosthesis popped out of my bra, fell in the soapy water and slid right under the car. We couldn’t see it in all the bubbles, and Walter was afraid to move the car for fear of running over it. So I slid under the car and fumbled around and finally found it. Retrieval was difficult because it was so slippery in the soapy water, but I finally had it in hand and plopped it right back where it belonged, bubbles and all.

I’ve always wondered how many people witnessed that spectacle. You see, I forgot to mention that we live on the busiest street in our town.

We laugh a lot at our house—always have. Laughter is indeed the best medicine!

Judy Averitt Hayes

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