Last Saturday night, my dear friend, Kelly (far right), organized a dinner out with some friends. Many of them are genetic counselors that I’ve known for years.
I was hesitant to go out that night because it was only the second day after starting my new oral chemotherapy and I had spent most of that day fighting off nausea and vomiting. At the restaurant, I still felt like crap. Although it was great too see everyone as they arrived and the placed smelled amazing, I knew that I couldn’t order any food.
Then something magical happened. As my friends and I talked and laughed, I realized that I was feeling less crappy. We talked and laughed some more, and I decided to order a side of rice. The more we talked and laughed, the hungrier I got. I ordered an entrée!
I had a wonderful night catching up with everyone and am reminded how therapeutic laughter is. Thank you to everyone who came, and to those who weren’t able to make it that night, you were missed. Let's plan another therapy session...soon!