Its my birthday today. Another year older. I'm 49 today.
So close to 50.
I have never been shy about telling my age. I have lived what seems like three different lives, maybe even four, each birthday feeling like a badge of honor. But I have discovered once you survive a life-threatening illness, like cancer, birthdays take on a whole new meaning.
I am alive today!! Life is GOOD! Even if I was sick and still on chemo this birthday would important. Another year here on this earth, with my family and friends, loving my children, loving my Dean.
The birthday wishes have been flooding in on social media (the Facebook creators were brilliant at making us feel special!) and it has been so fun to see greetings from people I rarely get to talk to, and those special words from close friends and family who mean so much to me. Enough that I'm sitting here in a doctor's waiting room with a tear running down my cheek.
Thank you everyone, for celebrating this special day with me. With us. Makes me want to have a bonfire or something.