Looking for laughter...

...during illness.

A weekend family visit, in the hospital but still a visit nonetheless.
Neal was in bed, and we (multiple family members, that is) were quiet, talking, not talking, just being together. A cell phone started "ringing". It was Neal's phone, and he answered it. A friend was calling. Neal's first question to his caller was "how did you find me?". It wasn't until several minutes later that he realized that the call came in on his cell phone and not the land line in the hospital room. It was good to see him smile.

It's too bad that smiles can't erase pain all by themselves (without drugs, that is)...