Tuesday, November 16, 2010


This year, I tried to have a big party for my 30th birthday and it didn't pan out the way I had hoped.  This birthday was a huge frickin' deal for me.  I was telling absolutely everyone that it was my 30th birthday and come to the South Side!  I must have told over 30 or so people.  I had three people show up.   That fucking hurt and when we got home that night, I couldn't stop crying.  I mean, I cried for hours.  I felt rejected and depressed that all of my good friends lived so far away.  

That night, while I was crying to my boyfriend about how only three people showed up and I invited dozens, I kept saying to him in my drunken stupor: "I'm 30 now.  I'm only 5 years away from my mom's age when she was diagnosed with breast cancer.  I'm only 5 years from it."  I also kept telling him how much this birthday meant to me and the fact that so many people blew me off showed me who my real friends were.  I still get choked up thinking about how horribly rejected I felt that night.  I even told a friend of mine, and I still mean it, if I have a housewarming party - I sure as shit am not inviting dozens of people like that again.

I don't know if my crying, depressed fit to my sweetie was a bit of a premonition.  I wasn't just crying about the fact that I tried to throw a party and it was a COMPLETE AND TOTAL BUST, it was the fact that I was 5 years from my mom's age when she was diagnosed.  I doubt I had a "feeling" that I was going to get breast cancer this year.  Maybe I just knew something was off because it was. 

Back in April - my 30th birthday was a big deal to me because it signalled the end of me celebrating birthdays.  Now, I am still of the mindset that I am done celebrating birthdays.  You know why: I have a new birthday now.  Every year when I have a cancer-versary, that is my new birthday.  Age is nothing but a number, but cancer-versaries - those are milestones and something worth celebrating. 

My first cancer-versary will be an intimate party of close friends and family.


  1. I really, really like that idea. I might stop celebrating birthdays as well, and go for the anniversary of my first clear scan instead.


  2. You should! I no longer see the importance of the day I aged a year. The day you become cancer free... now that's a day.

  3. That blows about your birthday. I wish I lived closer. I will definitely be taking you out to do inappropriate things on one of your cancer-versaries.