Which is why I don't quite know why I don't feel right on this, my first birthday post-cancer. I mean the American Cancer Society is the official sponsor of birthdays, right?
This afternoon, when I go to radiation and they ask me my birthdate, I am sure there will be bells and whistles and hot fudge. The technicians will pop out of a cake. Drinks will be on the house.
I guess the problem is, like Candlestick Park, my birthday was just fine without a sponsor.
It's ironic that I don't want a fuss. I like fuss. I like holidays, I love New Year's Eve, I love parties. St. Patrick's, Mardi Gras, you name it, I'll celebrate it, and decorate cupcakes for it.
Maybe on the next go around, when everything's not a first, I will no longer sense cancer's shadow. I will be celebrating the people and things I love, not just escaping with my life.
Still in 2010, my husband and I will be heading to the Eastern Sport Show for St. Valentine's Day. This year camouflage is more my speed then red lace and satin.
Suzanne
Happy Birthday Suz! Hoping all of your birthday wishes come true!
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Deb
Thanks!
ReplyDeleteso here is an update...they actually had party horns at rads!!!
ReplyDeleteI got a big kick out of that.
I think the staff may have needed the cheering up more than me, they are dealing with a lot of anxious patients after the article in yesterday's New York Times about radiation medical mistakes.
Happy birthday Suzanne! May every day be a celebration, quiet or fussy. xoxox Laurie
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