Woop! Woop!

I am 46 today-I think-I usually forget my age.  I was born Sept. 13, 1967...wow, I am 46.

To some, getting old, is difficult.  I used to pick myself apart in the mirror: hair not right, nose to big, wrinkles around eyes, age spots.  I still have all of those, except the hair, which I am getting used to not having.

Sadly, many of my internet breast cancer friends are no longer having birthdays.  One in particular altered my life.  She was an amazing person who, at times, was misunderstood in our breast cancer community.  She died loud, not quite.  She just said the obvious and many didn't like it. The last year, she definetly had on cancer goggles and shared her observations with everyone.  Some ddin't like it, but really, who gives a crap, she made a mark on me and that makes me smile.  Today, I remember all of my good friends that are having a party in the clouds and I understand that I am a lucky girl to be here, wrinkles and all!  Happy Birthday to Me!