Laughing Even Though It Hurts

Something occurred several days (a couple of weeks?) ago and, as everyone I have mentioned it to has found it amusing, I thought I would share it here as well.

It was just after we found out I had breast cancer. I was driving over to our vetrinarian's to pick up supplies for our aging pussycat population when, on the way there, I spotted an unusual cloud formation. It is not unusual for me to enjoy imagining what certain clouds resemble, but this particular cloud formation was rather arresting in its appearance. I was NOT the only motorist to notice it, by the way.

I was approaching my exit when I glanced out the car window to my left and saw some rather wispy clouds that had taken on the contour of a pair of breasts. I looked away and mentally shook myself knowing where my mind obviously had been since the news, etc. But when I looked back there was another aspect to the formation not present before, it looked like the face of a man (to me it strongly resembled my boyfriend Ross) kissing one of the breasts!

I did a double take and then noticed out of the corner of my eye that a young man in another car had also noticed the cloud formation and was gazing up at it rather attentively. (It really was quite an erotic cloud formation!) When I got back onto a less busy street I called my Dad on the cell phone and told him about the clouds and also that that was one of the reasons I have such a problem dealing with God. Dad laughed and said he was glad to know God had a sense of humor and I told Dad I really didn't see anything funny about it under the circumstances. I felt rather huffy about things just then. Anyway, when I got home later I told Ross what I had seen and what Dad had said. Ross looked at me kind of bug-eyed and said, "You told your DAD?!?!?" (For Pete's sake, we're in our fifties!)

I said, "Well, in our family it's Dad who's had the mastectomies!"

So the lines have become a little blurred for us on some issues. Not our fault. Blame Mother Nature and God who have thrown so much at us in such odd and painful ways yet also have provided us with so many amusing moments during that same pain with which to share with one another and to distract ourselves!

Hope any who read this are also able to find the same humor in the story that has had myself and several others chuckling when it has been recounted over the past couple of weeks.

Perhaps Dad is right. It is a good thing God has a sense of humor. It is rather comforting, in retrospect, to think so.

Much Love,
Izzlebug