Humour can be as good as any medicine at making you feel better but sometimes the outcome can be different.
Three months before being diagnosed, two years ago, I can remember telling someone at my son's wedding that "If I died tomorrow, I'd be perfectly content with what I'd done in my lifetime".
I was probably slightly drunk at the time but of course it wasn't long after that I found out the bad news about my diagnosis. I remember leaving the hospital, after being told, looking up at the sky and saying to God that I had only been joking and I wasn't quite ready to go yet. Could I have a few more years?
Once my treatment started, I started to try and make light of it with friends and work colleagues saying "If I suddenly died of a heart attack, it would really bu**er up my cancer treatment plan!" My OH heard me say this to someone and told me not to joke about things like that as you can cause things to happen.
Just my luck, a couple of months later, I had a heart attack and you can imagine who was to blame, so I was told not to tempt fate again.
Having said that, on my various admissions into the cardiac ward, they usually asked me if I was diabetic. I would always reply "Not Yet" which would usually raise a smile but the news I received last week left me with egg on my face.
I had a major series of blood tests done last month and the results showed that I will develop diabetes soon. My GP did say that I could probably delay it by a couple of years if I'm careful with my diet but I can't stop it.
So all I would say is be careful what you joke about. I'm trying to bite my lip and not tempt fate again. Having said that, life would be pretty miserable without a laugh, once in a while.
(Edited to try and correct grammar and spelling)