Howdy followers -on this, the day of my birthday!
I'm a whole big 31 years on earth today! (...That sounded odd... I don't mean like I was on a different planet before or anything... This is a really dumb intro).
Anywhosy, unless you are completely new around here, you'll probably already know that in December 2013 I was diagnosed with cancer (Hodgkin's lymphoma, to be more exact) and was very luckily declared cancer free by my scan in September 2014 (scup science! -And also I should point out, contrary to that post, there is no going back to "normal").
...Simply a blip in the road (apart from like all the long-term side effects, and I'll bypass the bit about not really being in remission until the five year post-treatment mark, this is meant to be a happy post, sciencedamit!).
And of course it changes many things about ones inner self... yadda, yadda, all that jazz! But today's point I want to make is in relevance to birthdays and becoming older. Not so much this year, but definitely with the milestone of last year (turning 30... on this planet anyways; I'm 208 years old on my home planet) I found people asking the usual, "are you nervous, turning 30/ getting old?" -Hell, I had cancer, to say another year alive is a bad thing would be incredibly dumb! A complete dishonor to those cancer patients who weren't so lucky to make it another year...
So: to being 31, to being another year older -Cheers!
Getting older means I am alive.
...and lets hope for my 32nd birthday that I have either a partially new hip or fully new hip as a present!
Oh and also thanks to my lovely Bicky for cooking a delicious vegan birthday dinner for me last night. I was even able to sit at a kitchen table, on a kitchen chair, like a real human for a while, and I even stomached some wine (which I can't seem to usually stomach anymore, and so have been missing immensely withall my meals the odd meal).
[Totally not secretly crying into pillow while pretending being old is a good thing]
Anywhosy, unless you are completely new around here, you'll probably already know that in December 2013 I was diagnosed with cancer (Hodgkin's lymphoma, to be more exact) and was very luckily declared cancer free by my scan in September 2014 (scup science! -And also I should point out, contrary to that post, there is no going back to "normal").
...Simply a blip in the road (apart from like all the long-term side effects, and I'll bypass the bit about not really being in remission until the five year post-treatment mark, this is meant to be a happy post, sciencedamit!).
And of course it changes many things about ones inner self... yadda, yadda, all that jazz! But today's point I want to make is in relevance to birthdays and becoming older. Not so much this year, but definitely with the milestone of last year (turning 30... on this planet anyways; I'm 208 years old on my home planet) I found people asking the usual, "are you nervous, turning 30/ getting old?" -Hell, I had cancer, to say another year alive is a bad thing would be incredibly dumb! A complete dishonor to those cancer patients who weren't so lucky to make it another year...
So: to being 31, to being another year older -Cheers!
Getting older means I am alive.
...and lets hope for my 32nd birthday that I have either a partially new hip or fully new hip as a present!
Oh and also thanks to my lovely Bicky for cooking a delicious vegan birthday dinner for me last night. I was even able to sit at a kitchen table, on a kitchen chair, like a real human for a while, and I even stomached some wine (which I can't seem to usually stomach anymore, and so have been missing immensely with
Here's a couple of pretty photos of me and a girl I grew up living next door to, Carole, who also shares the same birthday...
Cheers to you and I hope you have a very Happy Birthday!. There have been many milestones this year, from the sound of it, and fingers crossed your hip will be sorted during the course of the year.
ReplyDeleteThanks Tania! 😃
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