i heard myself laughing the other day. it caught me off guard. a loud, deep guffaw. i had forgotten what it sounded like. it made me happy, in a primal way, to hear myself laugh. there has been so much heaviness in my life recently, that i either haven’t been laughing much, or haven’t noticed. cancer humor makes some people uncomfortable; however, i’m learning that since cancer is pretty central to my life right now, it feels necessary – in fact healing – be able to laugh about it.
i recently finished amy poehler’s autobiography, yes please. i’m currently into light reads. if i can get a laugh-out-loud, its a winner. i’ve graduated from magazines, but certainly not venturing into sophisticated literacy (sorry, amy!). so… this was perfect for me. she is super funny. she tackled the subject of her divorce by suggesting titles for books on getting through a divorce.
which gave me an idea.
just like amy, i’ve always wanted to write a book. my most recent cancer experiences have given me loads of content. i thought i would share a few that i’m considering submitting:
THERE IS A MOUNTAIN LION IN MY FRIDGE, and other stories. this anthology of short stories, inspired by true events, will include riveting, surprising and edge-of-your-seat thrillers such as:
- there is an effing mountain lion chasing me up an effing mountain, eff
- i just went to the fridge to get a snack
- just because i can sprint up a mountain doesn’t mean i should have to
- so i beat the mountain lion, but now i’m sick, exhausted and alone at the top of a mountain
- now i’m scared to open the fridge
p.s. click on the link above to read quite possibly the most accurate metaphor for cancer that i’ve heard. thanks to a dear, dear friend for sending it my way!