Warning: the following post could be interpreted as quite macabre. It's really intended to be funny. When your kid has cancer, things that really didn't used to be funny are funny. So try not to groan to much. This is lighthearted.
Free diapers and wipes. Every time we get admitted to the hospital we come home with loads of diapers. The hospital is not allowed to keep any that have been opened, so we haven't bought any in three months.
Insurance co-pays suddenly look like a bargain. $40 for a course of Zithromax: have to admit I have grumbled before. $20 co-pay for a $11,000 hospital bill: fabulous!
Save money on son's haircuts!
Effortless weight loss program. Turns out that I can't eat when I'm emotionally distraught, dropped 10# in the first month.
Easy out for any social obligation that you really don't want to go to. "My son is going to be on chemotherapy that week" pretty much gets you out of anything.
But of course, the best silver lining is learning to appreciate everything you've got. Every day.
C'mon, people, laugh with me. It's laugh or cry. Let's laugh!