Cry Until You Laugh: Real Love Real Pain Real Funny by Kim SorrelleCry Until You Laugh: Real Love Real Pain Real Funny by Kim Sorrelle

Cry Until You Laugh: Real Love Real Pain Real Funny

byKim Sorrelle

Paperback | March 15, 2015

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There are so many things that we do not have control over, things that we would not ever choose: cancer, loosing a spouse, tragic accidents. But we can choose how we will handle these things. Joy is a choice that anyone can make but not everyone knows how. Facing cancer, becoming a widow, loosing the future as the author saw it made her recognize that she had to choose a way to deal with the present.
Four months into dealing with a cancer diagnosis, Kim's husband received one of his own. Kim's journaling went from the reality of breast cancer treatments and surgeries to facing a life without her love of 29 years. Previously published in Domino Project, Widow's Connection, and local publications, this book is Kim's first book. Kim h...
Title:Cry Until You Laugh: Real Love Real Pain Real FunnyFormat:PaperbackDimensions:250 pages, 9 × 6 × 0.68 inPublished:March 15, 2015Publisher:Morgan James PublishingLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1630472670

ISBN - 13:9781630472672

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I was standing in my bathroom with two of my granddaughters in the bath tub, and my son, Noah, who was home from school for the weekend, when I got the call that would change everything. It was September 5, 2008, and for some reason I remember the exact time of day: 2:57 in the afternoon. The Surgical Oncologist's office called to tell me that the biopsy I had had two days prior was positive for breast cancer. The voice on the cordless phone was blathering on as I attempted to take notes on a pad of paper. "Blah, blah, blah, carcinoma, blah, blah, means cancer, blah. We will call you Tuesday with the next step, blah, blah.Don't worry. Try to have a nice weekend."The crying started before I pushed "end" on the phone. Noah hugged me. I called Steve to tell him, but I could not stop wailing. He told me he was on his way home. I suppose it must have been Noah who helped the girls out of the bathtub. The moments immediately following that fateful call are a bit of a blur. I remember Steve finally getting home, and crying with me. He held me so tight, loved me so much. He apologized for anything he had ever done to hurt me. And we both cried out to God.I knew I had to let my kids know immediately. And of course my dad had to be told, and Steve's mom, my brother's wife, who had kept Steve company during my biopsy, and my prayer warrior cousin Mary. Phone calls were made. People started arriving. Everyone was crying, except Noah, the rock of the family who rarely shows emotion.Later in the evening someone was finally able to get a call through to my son, Luke. He, my daughter-in-law Megan, and their two kids had left just that morning to return to New York after two weeks of leave from the U.S. Navy. I tried to act to tough. I heard the same words repeated all evening: This is just a bump in the road, no big deal. Cancer research has come so far. Medicine in Grand Rapids has come a long way. Cancer is not like it used to be, it could be a lot worse. You are so strong. You will get through this. We're so sorry. What can I do to help? I will be there for you the whole way. I love you. I will pray for you.