This post is scheduled for publication today but I didn’t write it today.  I wrote it on August 2, 2008, in the middle of the summer, two weeks after my diagnosis for cancer.

This is my birthday.  I was born on December 10, 1960.  Today is the day when I would have turned 48 years old. Will I live to see this day?  Will I live to read this post?  Will I be able to laugh at it and my fears?  Let’s hope so.

The answer of course is yes.  Never in my life has is been as nice to have a birthday.  I’m planning to have lots and lots of birthdays from now on.

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