Today is my birthday, and what a beauty it is. I decided to give myself the day off—more or less—so that I could take pictures, have lunch at a Chinese restaurant a couple of towns over, and later have drinks on the patio with Clif.
Birthdays, especially as you get older—and at
57 58, I certainly qualify as older—are often a time of reflection. This birthday is especially significant as five years ago, almost to the day, I had surgery for breast cancer. I was lucky. My cancer was lazy—a good thing for cancer to be—and not aggressive. And here I am five years later, feeling ever so grateful to be writing and taking pictures, to be living in Winthrop at the little house in the big woods. Better still, I have a wonderful family and terrific friends.
This is not to say I don’t have worries and troubles. Of course I do. Everybody does. But all in all, I am one lucky woman.