Today is my birthday. I used to get glum around my birthday, hating the reminder that I was getting older. I’d even tried to pretend it wasn’t happening.
Then this summer, I was diagnosed with colorectal cancer. Noting to fear,I am well on the way to beating it with a final round of chemo the end of this month.
Now, I’m really happy that I’m allowed to get older. I throw up my hands and shout “High Score!” I suggest you all try the same.
Stay tuned for the tale of Tommy the Tumor, along with speculations on what kind of superpowers you might get when bitten by a radioactive asshole.