I turn 30 today. Holy Shit. I'm thirty. Remember the eighties, when that show "thirtysomething" was on? They were all so fucked up. I remember thinking how old they all looked. Shut up, I was like 12, so cut me some slack. Now I'm that thirtysomething. How am I celebrating, you ask? Nothing too crazy (see previous post on my drunken new years). Plus I have ebola. Now when I say ebola I don't mean the appendage falling off, bleeding out your eyeball ebola. More like a bad cold. Hell, it could be worse. I could be puking in a Mcdonalds parking lot after chemo.
I will celebrate my birthday. When I say celebrate, I don't mean the open lots of presents and eat a shitload of cake (although i do love me some cake) I mean celebrate as in v. To observe (a day or event) with ceremonies of respect, festivity, or rejoicing
I respect life a lot more than I did. I rejoice in every birthday I am blessed to count. I observe where I was and how far I've come.
Enough touchy feely crap. Pass the cake. And the sudafed.
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Happy Birthday, Survivor.
So glad you are back. Happy Birthday to you. Your blog is an inspiration to all and this is coming from a person who doesn't have cancer. Take care
Happy Belated Birthday! Love, AJ
Just checking back, as I do now & then just in case, and lo and behold: more blogging! I was so excited that I thought it was time to come clean: I'm a friend of Chris', and have been reading every word of your blog from the beginning.
You're strong, smart, and f%#king hilarious. And beautiful. And an amazing writer. And--as cheesy a word as this is--truly inspiring, as a model of how to respond like an amazing, real human to one of the most terrifying things that could happen to someone. I can't begin to tell you how much I admire you, and how often you're in my thoughts, even though we've never met.
Anyway. Wanted to welcome you back, and de-lurk to sing your praises. Hope to meet you in person one of these days. And I with you the happiest, *healthiest*, healing-filled 2007.
love, chris' friend rachel.
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