On my hike down memory lane, I stumbled across this gem……….


When life delivered us a whirlwind of disaster that slammed Laura and I together in an unplanned alliance. After my husband died suddenly from cancer, then five months later, my eldest son, Sean, was ripped from our lives in a car accident.

In our mutual loss, we created a bond that went beyond that of mother, daughter, and grandson. We not only shared a home, and all of our new problems, we also, fortunately, shared the same sense of humour.

Laura had sort of taken on the role of mother, because I was so forgetful, and couldn’t always remember the various ailments I had that needed treatment. She usually accompanied me on my visits to the doctor, and would prompt me,

” Mom, tell the doctor about such and such…”

Sometimes she and the doctor would talk about me, over my head, as though I were a child. 

” And how is your mother eating?”

” and her bowels, is she regular?”

” and how much did you say she smoked?” 

I could have objected, but let it go. Laura could handle it. She managed most of my affairs in any way. On this day, however, she was ordered out of the room because we were giggling so much. 

As a firm believer in laughter being the best medicine, after the old GP, who had absolutely no sense of humor, had checked my blood pressure, sugar levels, lung function and eyesight, he held up one finger asking how many I could see, then moved it from side to side, noting how I tracked the movement.  

Finally, he got out his special ear torch and peered into the inner workings of my left ear. As a joke, I held up my fingers on the right side and wiggled them, 

” How many fingers do you see?” I asked him jokingly.

Game over. 

Laura burst out laughing, and I joined in, my shoulders shaking with giggles I just could not suppress, thoroughly enjoying my own joke.

 Laura laughed so loudly the grumpy old GP ordered her out of the room and told me to settle down. When I registered his decidedly unamused expression, I snapped to and sobered up instantly.

Laura’s and my problem was neither of us quite got the idea,’ There’s a time and a place for everything’.

Instead, we continued believing’ Laughter is the best medicine’, which helped us get by in the various battles we had to fight together in the years that followed.

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