In an hour, I will be forty.
The celebrating began in early July and I have been very, very spoiled.
Life is good and I have more reason for hope than I have had in a long time.
But I would be lying if I did not admit that this birthday is a bit tinged with sadness.
My life, at forty, does not look the way I thought it would. Cancer has irrevocably changed me and the choices I will make. My expectations and aspirations will never again be what they once were.
So, yes, I'm a little sad.
But I have, thus far, defied medical expectations and I am determined that I will continue to do so.
I have a beautiful family and a community of friends who have, in turn, exceeded my expectations of love and friendship.
I am feeling more creative, inspired and confident than I have since childhood.
And it feels like more good things are just around the corner.
I need to indulge this sadness, to give it voice, and as I write, it dissipates.
Tomorrow, we head to one of my favourite places in the world, where I will be reunited with my nine-year old, who I have not seen in almost two weeks (he has been hanging out with his cousins).
I have missed him more than he has missed me (which is as it should be) but I can't wait to hug him.
I think I am going to have a very good birthday.
I'll be off line for the next week or so. I have so much to share when I get back, half written posts inspired by my time at the BlogHer conference.
It's going to be a good year. I can feel it.