The Meaning of Birthdays

So, my Cancer Friend Jen (she doesn't mind that I call her that; she calls me
that too) has suggested that we have a joint party to celebrate our upcoming 35ish birthdays. I'm somewhat ambivalent about this. Partly because I hate celebrating my birthday, and partly because I have been hounding my friends so relentlessly for money for LAF, that I'm scared that they won't want to come to any party of mine, for fear that I will scowl at them and ask where their donation is (I won't, I promise!).

Today I was at the doctor's office waiting and, as I'm known to do, reading my chart. It is one of life's more humbling experiences to see a doctor's notes about your own imminent demise (inoperable, terminal cancer.) Well, that doctor was proven to be incorrect in his assessment, but it is still a bit jarring to read that stuff, even though I've seen different versions of it before. My point is, I'm thinking it's probably a good thing to celebrate being alive. So, it looks like the birthday party's a go.

And wow, more donations today from friends I don't even know! All that and a clean bill of health. Today is a good day.

Fundraising days remaining: 15
Raised to date: $19,755 (thank you kind new friends in MI and NC!)
Amount to reach goal: $245

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