I was so excited about today, that I forgot to do an "...and...Thirty-NINE" post. Yesterday marks thirty-nine months of survival. But more importantly, today marks my son's eighth birthday, and I am HERE!
When I was diagnosed, Jake was not yet five years old. I wondered if I'd live long enough for him to remember me. Surviving to his eighth birthday seemed like a long shot. But most miracles seem that way.
Not only am I here, but I am well enough to pull off another birthday party. We had a family breakfast party this morning and will continue the festivities after school. And tomorrow we will have sixteen children in the house for "Indiana Jake and the Gr-EIGHT Birthday Crusade". We have foam fedora hats and "blow darts" (aka straws and Q-tips) and rubber snakes and a treasure chest and more strewn in our living room, waiting to be organized for tomorrow's event. A Mayan pyramid cake and some monkey brain Jello molds are waiting to be created in the kitchen.
It's Friday the 13th, and I've never felt luckier!!