Laughter is amazing medicine. It has the ability to cure all ailments. True, the cure may be temporary but the pain isn't as noticeable in the middle of a good old fashion belly laugh. An old Irish proverb says, "A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book." Les' doctor's medicine was doing nothing but make him sicker. No wonder, they were pumping poison in him. So, I took it upon myself to search for funny stories to entertain him when he was strong enough to listen. Unfortunately I am not a comedian, so often I just sat and talked. I would have talked forever if I thought it would ease his pain.
The art work that goes with this short paragraph has a picture of Gilda Radner attached to it and a Charles Shultz's Peanuts comic strip. I loved Gilda Radner. Tragically Gilda passed away also from cancer. When I worked on this piece, I was trying so hard to laugh myself. I didn't want Les or his family to see that I had given up and had already started grieving before he had died. And anyway, there is nothing uglier than me crying. Mascara running down my face, red snotty nose and blotches all over my face. Les deserved better than that.
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