Offspring #3, aka "strapping young man": Don't take this the wrong way, but don't you think there is something a little bit funny about a brain tumor? [He prefers to refer to refer to my husband's pituitary tumor as a brain tumor, for the sake of drama.]
Husband [in deadpan voice]: No, I don't think it's a little bit funny...I think it's hilarious!
You would have had to have been there. My husband's timing and delivery was classic.
Apologies to all those who are dealing with real, serious brain tumors. No, they aren't funny. (Although we'll never forget the woman in our church who, after having a large cancerous tumor removed from her brain, lettered "This space for rent" on her bandage.) I suppose it's not surprising that our children have been infected with our oddball senses of humor, and with our tendency to react to things with semi-morbid attempts at joking.
Me: I'm sure you can understand why your father forgot your weekend plans.
Same Offspring: That's OK. He has an excuse --- he has a brain tumor.
Or then there was this...
Husband [after viewing his MRI]: That tumor looked huge compared to the brain.
Me: Well, yes, compared to your brain!
Some people might think this sort of joking is inappropriate, insensitive, and a form of denial. But, in our defense, it can be good medicine.
Our tears and fears are bonding us closer as a family, but so is our laughter.
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