My mom is the funniest person I know.
AND she has Huntington’s diseases.
I get a lot of flack for this, but I really think that there is so much beauty to be found when someone is able to find comedy in the midst of hard times.
My mom often jokes about being sick, saying things like, “Aren’t you supposed to get really skinny when you have HD? When is that gonna happen to me?”
Or stating, “I can’t wait until the day comes when I can milk this for all I’ve got. Handicapped parking? Getting to say whatever I want? Bring it on.”
It’s comments like these that allow me to laugh in the face of Huntington’s Disease, which I consider a victory.
I remember sitting in a circle at the HD convention during our sharing session. Everyone was sniffling, crying, and sharing their fears with others who were struggling with the same realities that this disease brings. I think one of the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed was their laughter through tears as our youth leader told the story of how her dad, no matter what he ate, at every meal, would say, “It tastes like shit!!”
What a relief it was to be able to spill your soul, cry it out, and then laugh about the same disease we all feared so deeply.
My sister and I often joke about how, when our grandfather was very sick, we asked him to cover for us when we wanted to sneak out one night. We ended up coming home to a very angry grandmother, who had figured out where we were when our grandfather claimed we were, “Playing in the sandbox outside.”
This lovely gift of laughter through pain goes for every bad situation, not just one disease. I believe it is a Godsend that has the ability to get us through the toughest times and the most (seemingly) hopeless situation.
This is why laughter through tears will always be my favorite emotion.