Not sure about 'happy' - but this certainly made me giggle...
My mother is 82 and phoned last evening to tell me she had been 'thinking' - it went something like this...
M: "I've been thinking'
Me: That's nice.
M: When you were little you had whooping cough and the doctor told me we had to keep your chest warm, so I used to make a bread and mustard poultice and put it on your chest every night to draw it out.
Me: I remember. My skin was so yellow people thought I had jaundice.
M: yes but it worked, you haven't got whooping cough now have you? Anyway, why don't you make a poultice and put it on your, you know on your...
Me: On my what?
M; You know, where you had that lump thing, that they took out in your operation.
Me: Mother, are we talking about ,my breast cancer here?
M; I don't like that word, its not nice.
Me: What, cancer?
M. No not that word, that's all right, that other word you said.
Me; What, breast?
M. (sigh and a tut)
Me; What do you suggest we call it then?
M; We never called it anything in my day! We didn't use those sorts of words.
Me: (loosing the will to live..) so, what is you have been thinking about the lump that I had removed from an area between my belly button and my chin?
M: That you should put a poultice on it, to draw it all out.
Me: All what out?
M. The cancer of course, Aren't you listening?
So there we have it, all the millions that are being raised for research when all they need to do is buy a large white sliced and a tin of Colman's English!!! Shall ensure my onc is fully informed.
