Perhaps the only "good" thing about having cancer is that it eliminates any lingering issues about aging. Who cares about a bigger number, more gray hair (especially when we have had no hair), a few more wrinkles, etc. when we have become acutely aware of the alternative--and the real possibility of experiencing it.
Yesterday was my birthday. I would have written this blog then, but there was a technical issue, and I could not access it. Fortunately, the IT people at BID have fixed it, so I can write today.
All birthdays are celebrated now; this was not a marker one, but it was a particularly nice one. I spent several days with my older daughter and her perfect 14 month old daughter in MN, and then came home late yesterday, in time to go out to dinner with my husband, younger daughter, and her new husband. Perfect day (except for all the hours on the plane, and they weren't bad, just long) with time for all the people whom I love most.
Since 1993, and my first breast cancer diagnosis, there have been many times when I did not expect to live to enjoy the grandmother role. When my second breast cancer was diagnosed in 2005, it seemed even less certain. But here she is, and I am loving it (and her)!