October 20, 2001
I made it to 42. Not that I ever doubted I would. But back
in April, when I first got my cancer diagnosis, this day seemed
awfully far away. I'm glad that it--and I--am here.
Hard to believe that only a year ago, I was living on Maui,
enjoying the Pacific life of sun and sand. Of course, I was
also oblivious to the tumor growing inside my stomach. Ignorance
was bliss back then. But I'm thankful to have found out the
truth, painful though the road has been ever since.
I think about my dad dying at age 54, and how that always
seemed so young to pass on. Now that number looks like a mountain
to climb. More than ever, I know the only way between here
and there is by living each day with hope for tomorrow.
This morning my daughter gave me a handmade birthday card
Gess how much I love you. I love you more than the hole wide
wold! I hope you have happy 42ent birthday! I wish you dident
Has anyone ever received a sweeter birthday wish? Amidst such
love, how could this day--any day--be less than happy?
I welcome 42. I'd be only too happy to call
it "middle" age.
photo: 20 oct 01