I forgot today was my birthday. I remembered after I got in the tub this morning, then forgot again after I went to work. When Russell called, I remembered again. Is this the true sign of old age? I love birthdays, mine and others, and we have always made a big deal out of them. But this year seems kind of anti climatic. Is it because of the recent engagement and the excitement there, or because of the surgery David faces tomorrow and the tension there?
Well, I guess that is doesn't matter. What matters is that I did finally remember it and that I am grateful for another year after having cancer at age 42. I am well; my family is well; my son is getting married to a sweetheart of a girl; my husband will be out of pain soon; there are so many other blessings that I could list.
I got several phone calls today to wish me happy birthday-Russell, Paula, Sharon, and Jennie. That means so much to me. And everyone has wished David well also and says they are praying for him.
As I enter my last year of my forties, I feel wonderful to be where I am in life and hope for at least 49 more years!
P.S. Johnette, if you're reading this, please complete your profile!
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