Today is my birthday.
I hit twenty-seven.
And it feels GOOOOOOD.
I have kept thinking of ways to start this post or angles to make it more amusing and somehow explain why each birthday of mine is a milestone, even the seemingly insignificant ones, like 27.
It is certainly not the same feeling as turning thirteen when I was giddy and getting dressed up for cake and presents from my friends.
The birthday excitement doesn't ring so much to that tune anymore, but there is definitely excitement.
I guess I would call the feeling accomplishment.
When I hit my 25TH birthday after a transplant that nearly took my life, I was celebrating like a rockstar.
Okay, well, that's exaggerating, a rock star post cancer treatment.
When my doctor called that day I quickly joked that he was calling to wish me a happy birthday.
He did, of course, help me reach a birthday I may not have. I have celebrated my birthday with my childhood primary care physician all my life because with out him, I wouldn't have had any at all.
I get an urge with Dr. G and Anna to call them up screaming and celebrating everytime I hit a milestone.
I don't know if other patients do this, but I am beginning to think I am a little out of the ordinary.
I want them to enjoy my successes as much as my setbacks.
Dr. G didn't joke back that 25th birthday. The call was not to tell me go party and have a good time enjoy your refreshed cancer free life.
It was to tell me I had relapsed. My cancer returned. That was two years ago today. Every birthday since 24 I have reveled in just having it.
It is different celebrating when you truly believed at some point during the year that you may not age.
I never moan because I am getting a year older.
I have yet to freak out because I have met an age but not the goals I dreamed would come along with it.
I hope I get to an age where I lie and say I am 29, because I have gone too far beyond thirty and would like to go back.
As it is, I have been hanging on tooth and nail to get to each birthday since twenty-three.
How do you live up to a celebration of that? How do you celebrate each birthday like it's an accomplishment of surviving. Or how do you celebrate each birthday wondering if its your last?
Who knows what a year can bring?
How about celebrating most days like their your last and not waiting.
I have just made life my one big celebration.
Yes, the best present I have been given through the years is time and the understanding to appreciate its value.
I try never to waste it.
I give it to those I love and care about.
I give my time to causes I love in hopes to leave this world better or make illness easier.
Time is the greatest gift I have been given.
I don't even need a birthday to celebrate it.
But today j, x and I still are. We at breakfast by the beach and then played a family air hockey tournament. Ironically we're playing an air hockey game called "hot flash."
I guess the whole world knows about my hotness problem and has decided to poke fun. Since I woke up this morning, I have just been one big flash.
It must be the "old age."
After this we went to one great condo for our swim gear and an afternoon of bodyboarding.
I dare say, I couldn't imagine a beter way to spend my day (scratch that. I miss Heather and family, my twin sister, who would have been celebrating our birthday too had she not been in bed trying to prevent preston's birthday from coming).
I think a lot of us are finding enjoyment within the simple things life brings since the recession has taken away our ability to be distracted with wanton consumerism, but I am happy with time.
It's the best gift I have been given. It's free and it's from the heart.
I'll take it.