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| Cancergiggles is an idiot's guide to accepting, living with, laughing at and dying from cancer. The very, very last bit I can't be absolutely sure of, but then who the hell can? I could have written some beautifully crafted, grammatically correct essays but I hope you will understand, that when I say "I don't have a lot of time" I mean it far more literally than you do. I just wanted scribble a few thoughts to maybe light a spark in people - and then it became a book about Cancer, Life, Death, Illness and Politics. ISBN 0955198801 |
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posted Tuesday, 31 May 2005
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Right up at the top of people who make me laugh is my daughter Rita. This isn’t the normal “daddy laughing at treasured angel offspring” sort of thing – it’s a true appreciation of an incredibly quick and wicked sense of humour. It started to develop when she was about 3 minutes old when shortly after making her entrance to the world, she had the doctors and midwives freaking out by lifting her head and apparently looking around a la E.T. It seems that this is something which newborn babies should be incapable of, so I started laughing then and haven’t really stopped for the ten years since. Not your amused chuckle mind you – more the hernia and operation scar splitting kind of crying with laughter. This is very good medicine indeed.
What never ceases to amaze me is that in addition to her natural gift for visual comedy, Rita has a lightening fast ability to use her language for comic effect, which is way beyond her tender years. It keeps you on your toes when a 10 year old is spotting the funny line before you do. Even in the dark days almost four years ago, when I was full of drips, looking like a grey skeleton and pretty much incomprehensible (thanks to the morphine), Rita could still make me laugh – often by laughing at/with me. Aware as she was at the age of 7, that there was a good chance that I might not be around for long, she instinctively injected me with an overdose of the most powerful drug available. Humour and smiles.
She goes from this
To this
Before you ask - the beer was mine!
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