My dad had a great sense of humor. He showed me many times the value of being able to laugh at yourself and the world around you.
When he was diagnosed with late-stage metastatic cancer of the prostate, one of the first procedures he had was a Bilateral Orchiectomy. I’ll save you from looking it up; it’s the surgical removal of both testicles.
Steady as she goes men!
I was there when they wheeled my Dad out of the operating room after the procedure. He gave me a dopey, post general anesthesia grin and asked the surgical nurse, “Was it a boy or a girl?”
She laughed and said, “You had twins, honey.”
His head flopped back on the pillow and he chuckled, “Yea, I bet they looked a lot alike.”
Now this is a man who didn’t smoke…anything…never took anything stronger than an aspirin, didn’t drink heavily, and minutes after having his first general anesthetic, he has the presence of mind to fire off a primo joke about just having his nuts lopped off.
That, Ladies and Gentlemen, is what’s called, a sense of humor.