I find there's humour to be had

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Bill
Jan 10, 2025 8:42 am

I FIND THERE’S HUMOUR TO BE HAD.

I find there‘s humour to be had
 in all those things we deem are bad
so, don’t let humour pass us by
when there’s a choice to laugh or cry.

Years ago, someone once said
something that’s stayed within my head.:
“Let’s joke about  adversity
and laugh at its’ absurdity”.

Once in a while, we need to smile
for that’s what makes our lives worthwhile
and in a world so full of woe
humour is the way to go.

It seems someone’s calamity
is another’s triviality,
so, which of these is it to be
when dealing with our ostomy?

When personal plumbing lets us down
do we smile or do we frown?
The former is a great expression
the latter can lead to depression.

I find a life that’s full of crap
can find some fun in a mishap
and won’t be phased by all life’s shit
so, turn it ‘round and laugh at it.

When chronic illness clouds our day
let laughter take the clouds away
for I recall what my mum said
to ”Laugh a lot before you're dead!”

If, when we’re ill, we can still smile
it makes our meet and greets worthwhile,
if fun and laughter are combined
then illness can be undermined.

When I am down and feeling sick
a bit of humour does the trick.

                                                B. Withers 2024

 

warrior
Jan 10, 2025 9:47 am

Yep. Indeed.

Why is it though some peeps lost their sense of humor when they lost their colon? 

I found music also helps turn that frown 🙁.  Upside down😊.

 

Posted by: Nini4

Well,  I  hit the two year mark. I went back and read my posts from when I first found this site. I was very fortunate in that I stumbled upon it only 4 weeks post op. I have said many times that this community really saved me. The first 2 weeks after my surgery I shut down completely. It wasn't until about the 3rd week that my son came in to my room, flicked on the light and told me I was going to have to get back to living because I was scaring him. I had fallen into such a depression.  He  ticked me off,  but it also made me stop and think- what was I going to do? Feel sorry for myself and sulk, or be grateful I was alive. 

I've re-read my journals from that time and it was after my son kicked my butt, so to speak, I took an honest inventory and had to dig deeper than I've ever had to. I mean, I had survived a pretty nasty divorce, after a pretty crappy marriage and that was tough. But this was different. I felt like I was now a handicapped person who would be limited in their life and be looked at as a freak. My mental state was precarious, at best. 

But then I found this site. I just lurked a bit before posting. I read so many of the other stories and I started to see just how full my life can be, I was not handicapped,  and certainly not a freak! The stories of survival, the sense of humor, the support and compassion was inspiring.  It was then I made myself get out of the dark, and get my sh*t together.  

Not all rainbows and sunshine at first, hardly! But with grace from myself - to myself, and the kindness and willingness of the folks here to be supportive, non judgemental and openly share intimate details about their life circumstances,  l not only survived but thrived. 

I think of all the years I had suffered with such extreme pain, barely functioning,  and the many hospital stays and how that is all behind me now.  (All fingers, toes, and legs crossed that I never have to go near a hospital for myself ever again. I think I'd rather have a fork stuck in my eye. I loathe every about them.)  

So, to everyone who has been a part of this journey with me, to say thank you is not enough. I'm forever grateful to know you all.  My Angels, each one of you. 

 And as the Grateful Dead famously said,

"what a long strange trip it's been!"

Im so happy I'm tripping with you all.


aTraveler
Jan 10, 2025 10:17 am

This is spot on Bill. The night before my ostomy was one of the saddest times in my life. The day I discovered my  bowel movements did not have to be excruciating was the day my sadness turned to joy. Leaks, smells, gas, constipation, ileus, etc. did not compare to my previous pain. I smiled because I knew I could conquer these — I have never stopped smiling since.

“Laughter is a uniting force, it brings people together, and it makes hardship easier.”
  — Michel de Montaigne

Queenie
Jan 10, 2025 9:08 pm

So true, Bill. I just prefer being happy rather than the alternative. There is too much daftness not to enjoy it.

Have a wonderful day.

Regards,

Lynda

Hugo
Jan 10, 2025 9:19 pm

Yes!!!  I find it impossible to wallow in self-pity when I find the humor in my situation.

 

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Grit Not Quit
Jan 11, 2025 2:18 pm

Thank you for the great reminder!  As a cancer patient it has been so important to keep lightness and levity but it can be very challenging when I am feeling poorly.  We can only control our own reaction.