I'm 35. Today is my birthday.
It was also supposed to be a treatment day. I got up early and went to the hospital, but my white blood count was too low to do the treatment. This also means that I can't go anywhere that I could possibly be exposed to germs, effectively canceling any birthday outings we may have planned for this weekend.
BUT, I was so relieved not to have to do treatment on my birthday. And I don't really feel like going anywhere anyway. I'd like to just lay in bed and let my children keep making me paper crowns and cards for a few more days.
"More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us."
I know that God is doing great things in my life, least of all, healing me. And I am grateful to be one year older to tell you about it.