Well, happy burp-day to me.
My exciting birthday treat was a trip to the chemo clinic. My oncologist *did* sing happy birthday to me, which cheered me up and I had lots of hugs and birthday wishes from the nurses there and in the chemo-suite. My lymph-node is now granule-sized, if anything......I got a 'well' and a tick on my notes(!) It's feeling oddly like school.....
So. I ought to be jolly cheerful about achieving a new (granular) birthday height - but I'm not. I wish I could have made a big deal about it and asked everyone to come and be with me. What if it's the last birthday? But I feel funny about celebrating being born at the moment to be honest.