The Birthday That Wasn't Supposed To Be
Tomorrow, I turn 37. It's the birthday that doctors said wouldn't happen.
I vividly remember last year's party, where I told most of my family (37 of them) the news that doctors said I had less than a year to live. We all started crying. We celebrated it as if it was my last.
And here I am, turning older, wiser, and hopefully, as I close my eyes, make a wish and blow out the candles, a little bit healthier.
I've never been so grateful for a birthday in this way. In the past, I focused on presents, the anticipation of surprise, and the pampering of my body whatever way I wished. Today, I'm celebrating life. I'm alive, breathing, smiling, and loving my family, partner, and friends every day in every way possible.
So...as I go to bed, and hopefully wake up tomorrow morning, let's raise a glass and toast, to the "birthday that wasn't supposed to be".
posted by Ernie @ 6:01 AM
5 Comments:
Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday!!!
I'm so glad you're still here and
that you are my friend.
Give Paul my best!
Ben Calhoun
You, dear man, are a blessed miracle, and (since you are still here) apparently still have some more shopping left to do :-)
Happy Birthday, Ernie!!!! Great job at beating the docs at their own game! Keep it up - and best of health to you in the years to come.
You're ole buddy,
Royanne
Happy Birthday Ernie,
From ALL of the Step Sluts here in Charlottesville. We will sing a round of Happy Birthday to you, in our very best voices.
Much love to you and here's to stepping for health, as long as we can!
~Elly
A very happy and very belated Happy Birthday! It makes me think of the beanie babies!
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