If you’re ready to laugh about brain cancer

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For anyone who would find a humorous, lighthearted, pun-filled discussion of brain cancer and brain surgery offensive, best turn back now. If you’re intrigued, keep reading. Better yet, let me direct you right to the source of my most recent brain injury humor find: Chad Peacock over at The BrainChancery, thebrainchancery.com.

Here’s me and Bill from “Friending with Brain Injury!“, my second comedy film about life with brain injury impairments and the hilariousness of living with constant microaggressions. Bill Alton takes off his hat and touches his head while Cheryl Green looks on in horror.

Bill just remembered he has a dent on his head from an incident with a rock that weighed the same as he did when it encountered his head 40 years ago. I look on in disbelief. See? It’s a comedy because it’s not only the character Bill with the dent; the real Bill really encountered that rock and has the real dent. And now we’re writing jokes about it.

 

Here’s Chad’s head, with a brain surgery scar marked out in a blobby smiley face over his hair.

Chad Peacock in profile with a dotted line on the photo marking out a brain surgery scar. Inside the line is a smiley face.

 

What I enjoy so much is not that Chad uses euphemisms to emotionally distance himself and his readers from straight talk about disability and medicine. He’s not into half-full glasses, silver linings, or announcing the appearance of life adversity as a gift meant to show him how to reach his potential. And yadda yadda. No way. This guy writes about “miscelbrania.” He writes about the day of his 4th brain surgery as “My Fourth Grand Opening!

A quick sample of his writing style:

“I’m Chad, and I’ve got a little BrainChance!
That’s what I call my brain cancer, because  “BrainChance” just sounds funnier than “brain cancer.”
And if I can’t laugh at all of this, then I’d rather just not have brain cancer.
But I do, so I’m calling it my BrainChance.”

Side hurts from laughing so much.

Let me wrap up by saying that amid all the jesting and reflecting and pondering and medical treatments on his blog, Chad is making a film that cures cancer. It’s called “(This Movie May Cure) Cancer! (The Musical!)” The cure comes in two forms: raising money for cancer research and offering delight, a sense of community, inspiration (the good kind), and permission to talk honestly about the very hard parts about being (as he calls it) cancerful. Donate here.

I know there’s an audience out there for brain injury humor. Every time one of my short comedy DVDs sells, I wish I could teleport to the buyer’s home and watch people watch the films. I want to see the looks on their faces when they start to laugh because I often get feedback that people are buying my films because they don’t know how to laugh anymore.

If you need something to kickstart your laughter, please check out Chad’s blog. It’s not about feeling better about your life because you think Chad’s got it worse and so hallelujah and don’t take for granted all the things you do have. It’s about getting to know him and his experiences and recognizing that you just never know. You just really never know.