And about that age. The downhill side to 50. I'll tell you, it's not all hilarious. The wrinkles you catch in the mirror out of the side of your eye. The hands that look like they belong to someone else. The weight you can simply not run or spin off. But I'll take it. Four years ago when I had just been diagnosed with breast cancer, I asked my doctor "Will I be ok???" His answer was a brutally honest "You know I can't give you an answer to that." It turned out further biopsies, dissections, etc. proved his prediction concerning the nature of my cancer wrong. Turns out you can have a very large tumor that is not invasive. I lost a breast but kept my hair. He now tells me chances are very good that I am going to be just fine and live a long time. But I spent a couple of months around this very time of year between tests not knowing. And I remember so clearly that birthday where the only thing I wanted was more birthdays. So bring them on. Happy birthday to me.
p.s.—Please do your monthly self-exam. Right now would be fine.