Fear, Friendship, and Laughter

Last week several friends were holding good thoughts for another friend who was facing surgery for cancer. We were texting among ourselves, both as reminders to text the person who we all hold dear, and to keep our connections.

The surgery was successful and all seems good going forward.

My first thought, as I set out for coffee with one of those in the circle, was wine! Celebrate! Cooler heads (well, mine) prevailed because, as usual, I had omitted to eat that day. Iced green tea seemed more prudent.

Midway through the coffee date, after we had sent a truly awful photo to our friend who was one day out of surgery, she showed up! The laughter started and continued through stomach-holding and unseemly snorts. The bandaged friend had taken the photo for her phone screen (I look great with a big red straw running down the center of my face) and that made us laugh even more.

The punchline is that the other two (I was busy with Pilates) ran a marathon on Sunday. Holey moley.

Will leave you to write your own concluding sentence to this but mine would be something about wonder, love, and friendship (and how entirely inappropriate I can be on simple green tea).

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Ann Roseberry

Ann Roseberry

Ann is a librarian. She has been one since the age of seven, second grade. She discovered the library at Marcus Whitman Elementary and never looked back. Her heroes are librarians and spies.Her home has been invaded by house rabbits and she eats what they do – carrots and parsley.

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  • Shenoa Lawrence

    I believe that for every snort-laugh, we gain a month of longevity. 🙂

  • You are an exceptional writer and an even better friend. Loved being a part of the snorts and inappropriate jokes!

  • Fear, friendship, and laughter. Thank goodness those three words hang out in the same sentence and not out there all on their own.

  • Lou Galindo

    I love those moments with friends, when you laugh way too loud for way too long, holding your stomach because it hurts from laughing so hard. And I love that when I remember one of those moments, even years later, I still laugh as hard as I did when it originally happened.