Happy Birthday to Will!!

Today is my hubby Will's 29th birthday, the 10th birthday I've spent with him. Unlike the other nine birthdays, I couldn't take him around town or to a fancy dinner since I'm still peskily attached to this bag o' chemo and trying to preserve my energy for the few days I may be feeling chemo-drained. It's a little frustrating, not being able to celebrate the way I want to or the way Will deserves, but we've got a big celebratory weekend in Vegas coming up in just a few days, so I think we can hold on until then.

In a way, though, every day since my diagnosis -- and certainly since the "pick it out/pour it in" surgery -- has been a celebration. We've traveled around, had lots of parties, and enjoyed many relaxing nights at home with herbal tea and Netflix movies. We've gone to concerts, plays, and athletic events. And we've got plans, so many plans for the future.

But the real celebration is in each moment we're together peacefully and anxiety-free, in knowing that this disease of mine that threatened to tear our lives apart is getting further and further behind us. I would never let cancer take me away from the years and years I've yet to spend with Will, from the house we'll eventually buy, for the children we'll eventually adopt, and for the awesome times we will experience together.

Even though we won't be painting the town tonight, I know he's happy. And I'm happy, too.