Today is my birthday. I was not an easy birth. I came out feet first, no matter how many times they tried to turn me, I’d flip around and try to come out feet forward. They finally gave up and let me have my own way.
As it should be.
I think this one is special, for obvious reasons. It’s one that I wondered if I would see. It’s a genuine cause for celebration.
The phone rang. I mean, 5 minutes ago, I had just unloaded a car full of groceries, and rushed to answer it. When ever I look at the call display and see SCCA (Seattle Cancer Care Alliance) on the screen, I get a little stab of fear. But it’s my birthday. They were calling to tell me Happy Birthday. Maybe that’s something they do.
But it wasn’t happy birthday. It was to tell me my numbers spiked and I have to start treatment again. So I’m sitting here crying. It’s going to start again.
But I don’t want to cry.
So I won’t. I was made to fight.
I just had my port removed-what crap timing that is. I'll have to have another port inserted…this only 6 days after I got out of the hospital to have it taken out. No damned way am I going to let this ruin my birthday. It's not happening. I looked forward to this one. To hell with it….
So…I just made a Chi Chi. That's right. I was famous for my Pina Coladas and Chi Chi's when I was a bartender. I decided to have them as my birthday drink.
Chi Chi recipe
3 cups of ice
3/4 cup pineapple juice
3 tbsp of Coco Loco
1/3 cup crushed pineapple
3 tbsp of cream
2 tbsp of lemon juice
2 ounces of Malibu Coconut rum
2 ounces of vodka
(I may have just glugged it in at random…)
give it a whirl in the blender and drink drink drink….
That's what I'll be doing today. I'm not going to tell my family yet. There's a big birthday party here today. Liza made me a fabulous coconut cake with coconut cream custard inside. The weather is perfect. Hot and sunny and nothing is going to stop me from celebrating. In fact, I think it's even more of a reason to celebrate. I made it this far.
Wednesday I go into the hospital and get scans etc and talk to my oncologist. Wednesday night I start back on the no sugar, no carbs, no alcohol, no caffeine, no non organic food, no meat and no dairy.
I wish you could see the fridge. I have hotdogs – good organic no nitrate hotdogs, hamburgers, buns, potato salad, 3 bean salad, I've got the deep fryer ready for julienne french fries with garlic aioli and the blender, well, the blender is already in use. I'm having a BBQ! I'm eating cake! I'm going to the pub tonight to play pool with my friends and drink pitchers of beer!
If I had a damned cigarette I'd smoke it, I swear I would. That's how pissed I am. I'd snort cocaine and drink tequila and huff a big joint.
Happy FUCKIN' Birthday to ME!