You're quite right...nothing about cancer, its treatment or the side effects from them is funny. There's nothing funny about not being able to safely carry my one week old granddaughter around because of my peripheral neuropathy. (If I can't see my feet, I have no idea where they are). Thus my large belly with a fragile newborn perched on top of it, and me walking around is not safe. Me being unable to play with her three year old brother in the park by swing pushing, climbing nets and so on for the same reason, is not funny. My having spent eleven days post op due to a massive bleed and ongoing complications is not funny. However, if I didn't mine down into the depths of my Black Humour Resevoir, I might well have (and still might) take the advice of the post elsewhere, of putting it all in the Fuck it Bucket.
