Today was hard.
I didn't ever picture myself entering my thirties and dealing with ovarian cancer and healing from a painful surgery. I imagine happily welcoming it with friends and family, doing a big self-pampering/party during the month, and really loving my new age.
Instead I am still couch/bed bound and Abe did his absolute finest to make sure I felt special. He made a delicious breakfast, cleaned the house, and made a cake. I definitely spoiled his plans with being carried away in my own misery and discomfort.
He tried to get my friend Erin to take me to lunch, but I turned her down. He did his best to accommodate and altered his own plans. Little did I know that he was planning a surprise birthday party for me. Around 4 my friend said she was going to bring me a treat and another was supposed to come soon after to drop off dinner. That's when a storm of people came through the door and yelled surprise.
My first reaction was definite surprise, my next was pure embarrassment that I looked so awful. I really didn't want to be seen. My next reaction was love for Abe and the joy that I did have good friends that knew I probably needed a boost. Honestly, the two feelings were very competing and it was hard to happily enjoy the moment. Everyone had cake and soon had to go to take care of their own families.
I did receive good news yesterday that I won't have to have chemotherapy. I will go in for check ups every 3 months to make sure my cancer has reoccurred. What a great relief and a wonderful gift. Abe gifted me a roomba so my floors can always be freshly vacuumed, as long as they are picked up!
I hope to have a redo and happier feelings when I turn 31. Thank goodness I have a loving husband that was able to cope with my grumpiness and grumblings for the day! Life would not be as sweet without him, my boys, family, and all those that have touched my life.
