“I bet you are carving your name and phone number in my back.”
“I hope I have a melanoma on the other side so I can get rid of my love handles.”
“Could you give me a chin while you’re working on me?”
“Of course I won’t draw a cartoon about you; you have a knife in my back.”
“I’m afraid to make you mad, I might wake up with a boob job.”
The jokes poured out of me. I had just been diagnosed with a very dangerous form of cancer and was scared to death. I was lying on the operating table about to lose a good chunk of my side and most of my sense of well-being. I’m sure some might have told me to “Get serious” at that moment but I couldn’t. At least not the way they would have wanted me to. I was fighting my fear head-on with the most powerful weapon in my arsenal: Humor.
I was once told that I and should quit making jokes and “stick to the issues.” I felt really sorry that person. I think it’s because I was once just like him at one point in my life: I really used to take life (and myself) way too seriously. But I’ve been an editorial cartoonist for too long not to believe that the best way to the truth is through humor.
The times in my life when I have truly failed are when I couldn’t laugh at the situation or myself.
Don’t get me wrong. I can make jokes and still I take care of business. This is a wonderfully complex world and you can do both. Really. I made fun of my cancer yet managed to still work, pay my bills and chart out my care with my doctor. Amazing, isn’t it?
I speak to cancer survivors and tell them that if you can’t laugh at the things that scare you, you’re in trouble. I truly believe that. And lately, there has been a lot of good stuff to laugh at.
So go ahead, crack a joke. Make those around you smile. Find the humor in the situation. And if someone complains, tell them I said it is OK. And then crack another joke.
Great advice, Marshall : )