Friday, January 23, 2009
I think about my parents, my mother mostly. I think about the years gone by. My great grandfather died at age 27, before the days of penicillin . My mother, who had lung cancer, left this world at age 53. When I was first diagnosed with leukemia, I was sure I was going to copy her. But here I sit, staring 55 in the face. Today is my birthday and I think about the past and dare to look into the future. I don't know if I'll have a happy birthday, but I'll have a birthday and that's enough.