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.