Today, I turn 29, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been more excited about a birthday. Okay, so maybe, five was an epic year but who can remember that? It’s strange because, I have never quite celebrated a birthday to this extent before. The week started with the arrival of my best friend from college.
Megan and the mister schemed and plotted her appearance for Monday morning on a very unsuspecting me sitting at Starbucks (best birthday present ever, anyone?). With her arrival, I found new energy that I haven’t felt in months. We took the little people to an Easter egg hunt, enjoyed surprise mani/pedis (courtesy of Megan’s equally sneaky husband), and did all the things we used to love doing back when our apartments were a courtyard away. She even watched my tinys so the mister and I could enjoy a night out for a Battalion Ball.
Last Wednesday, I even got good news as an early present from my doctor. My labs were good enough that my shots (with the bone pain) are being reduced from seven to four after my chemotherapy! HALLELUJAH. I couldn’t have been happier if he told me I was getting an all expenses paid vacation. But then it got better. A physical exam revealed that everything is already softening up. He asked me if I noticed shrinkage and was shocked. Could it really be happening this fast? Apparently yes, because today I could feel the first noticeable difference! I wouldn’t be surprised if it had gone down by a third of its size. So, my birthday for the first time in my life became an awesome birthday week.
If there was one thing that could have took me down a notch (shooting me straight back to reality), it happened Thursday night. I was getting all fancied up for the Ball when it hit. My hair was coming out. In chunks. I knew it was coming but it just happened all at once. No warning. So, I painted on a brave face and danced my worries away. I told Cam we would shave it the next day. And shave it we did. It has been an adjustment (read: super hard on my vain soul) but I did it on my terms.
It’s a funny thing. Normally I would mourn the loss of youth with each passing birthday but this one is very different. Before, I was dreading 29 (Hello, 30! I see you creeping). But, birthdays aren’t for mourning, they are about celebrating life. I’m excited to bid adieu to 28. For the rest of my life, I’ll remember this year. Every time I see my scars, have to fill out a medical form, or see the doctor for checks. But, I know 29 is going to be even more memorable. Its the year, I become a stronger person, with more appreciation, and less worry. 29 will be the year I get to tell everyone, I’m in remission.