Allen Klein’s work is very familiar to anyone interested in the connection between humor and healing. His The Healing Power of Humor is pivotal, must-read information essential for any nurse. Klein’s latest book, Learning to Laugh When You Feel Like Crying: Embracing Life After Loss is an intimate, personal examination of what it takes to come back from the death of a loved one.
Allen’s wife Ellen died when she was only 34 years old. Learning to Laugh opens with Allen’s diary from those days. Right away, we’re captured by the emotion of the moment. The grief, the pain, the loss: all are tangible on the page. Just as present, however, is the sense of determined, deliberate optimism and embrace of joy that Klein counted on to get him through the roughest times. (more…)
“A cancer diagnosis doesn’t mean you lose your sense of humor,” Izzy Gesell said. A noted speaker and author, Izzy partnered with Roz Trieber to write Cancer and the Healing Power of Play. The JNJ is honored to have Izzy join us to talk about the role of laughter and play in living with cancer, how humor can change the atmosphere in the workplace, and what to do if you’re sure that you’re not funny.
Oh, Santa. I know what you’re thinking. By this time, you must have at least glanced at that old Naughty and Nice list. And if you go strictly by what you find on there, it might seem like you won’t be visiting my place this year, or the next, or (gulp!) even the year after that.
But things aren’t exactly as bad as they look! Really! I have a reason for every ‘incident’ that happened this year. Admittedly, they’re not all good reasons — but they’re reasons, and that’s a start! (more…)
Ron Culberson is a humor expert and author of the forthcoming, My Kneecap Seems Too Loose: 365 Random Thought to Inspire Deeply Shallow Thinking. Ron’s all about injecting humor into healthcare, and as evidence, we’d like to share some of his humor with you:
Is the Doctor In…on The Joke?
After five weeks of needles, bedpans and green hospital Jello (not in that order) and six weeks in a leg-hip-leg cast, I had finally graduated to crutches. The final step of my recovery from the compound fracture of my femur was physical therapy. For a ten year-old, it had been a long, hard road and I wanted to get back to kicking my sisters. (more…)