Yesterday was my 27th birthday and it was sensational. I asked my oncologist, Dr. Marc Webster, "
when is your birthday?" He replied that "
I don't celebrate birthdays anymore" and I said "
well, I'll always have birthdays" because for me they are sweet reminders that I'm alive. When I'm having my 50th birthday it will be so wonderful because I made it. So that's the joy of serious life threatening events:
it's gratefulness.
The best moment (of so many) yesterday was when we were walking to the second waiting room with Nancy, Dr. Websters amazing nurse, and 2 other patients. Nancy started singing Happy birthday to me and then the other patients started singing right before, the patients sitting along the way joined in and it was a harmony of voices. It was like a flash mob of singing and it made me believe in the niceness of human beings.
When is your birthday? Do you like celebrating or do you dislike it?
