It started innocently enough. A couple years ago I was sitting in the children’s oncology ward at the Lausanne hospital feeling bored.
Yep, that’s right, cancerkids and boredom, two terms not generally associated with each other. But there I was, sitting there as the red devil, also known as doxorubicin, was being slowly pumped into my 4 year old son’s body.
If you want to know all about my adventures as a cancermom, you can go read all about them on my other blog that details my adventures in cancerland.I won’t be retelling the story here, because this blog is going to be fun and funny ! (Hence the site’s address.)
Generally, childhood cancer is a bummer. It really tends to throw a damper on things. You will note that I tend to write with a bit of sarcasm and a lot of irony.
So anyway, that day, in the Lausanne hospital, I started to write. I needed that outlet, and I also needed to let people know what was going on. My blogging career had begun. (Side note, calling it a career is one form of irony.)
But the odd thing was that even though I wrote about a sad subject, I often found I needed to write something funny. Funny things happen all the time. Well, at least around me they do. For example, when Elliot managed to grab the syringe full of medicine away from the nurse during one of our heated battles to try to squirt it into his mouth, and sprayed its contents entirely around the hospital room (including on the nurse), there was an element of funny to it. Not everyone was laughing. But it was funny later. Much, much later.
Just now he came up to me and asked if he could use the ipad. I said “You can use the ipad after you have put all your toys away.”
He said: “Why am I the only one who does all the work around here?”
To me, that’s funny.
So basically, this blog will be the funny stuff. The fun stuff. And maybe sometimes the regular stuff too. About life as a Canadian in Switzerland married to a Dane. About being a mom to three boys. About juggling between my roles as a mom, wife, childhood cancer advocate, air traffic controller, and michelin star chef. Oh I may be exaggerating again there.
I will write in English. I may translate to French, if I feel up to it. I may also just write in French and not translate to English. Or maybe I will. I don’t know, there are no rules here! Oh hey, maybe I should attempt to write an entire blog article in Danish? That would be quite the challenge.
The point is, you may find that you have to copy and paste an article into Google translate if I haven’t written it in the language of your choice. And since generally that will give you a result that is much funnier than the original, I consider it a bonus.
Feel free to send me your comments!