Love Is The Strongest Medicine: Notes from a Cancer Doctor on Connection, Creativity, and Compassion

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Live to Laugh

Live to Laugh

I consider laughter vital.

Vital for life.

A life lived unstoppably.

The fifth vital sign.

There were four.

Body temperature.

Blood pressure.

Pulse (heart rate).

Breathing rate (respiratory rate).

Some will disagree with me.

I can't weep and laugh at the same time.

I choose to laugh about being human.

You can cry for my when I'm dead.

For now, laugh with me.

Or at me, I don't care.

It doesn't matter.

I see people with cancer every day of my life.

Every day.

I saw a Buddhist monk (who was a lifelong meditating vegan).

Never hurt a fly.

He somehow got lung cancer.

He laughed every day throughout his cancer journey.

Love brought him laughter.

Laughter brought him love.

He lived to laugh.

He laughed to live.

He was an inspiration.

I've been booed.

Tomatoes thrown at me.

I laughed to live.

I lived to laugh.

That internal diaphragmatic love made me feel better.

It definitively helped.

It was cathartic.

It was love.

It was peace itself.