Birthdays (along with so many other things) hit different after a cancer diagnosis. My little family celebrated me on the night before my birthday, knowing that tomorrow we head to Mayo for surgery. You know we thrive in tradition, and after dinner, there was cheesecake and singing and gifts and a picture. There are no words to describe how the simplicity of this evening was exactly what I needed before leaving. One of the most challenging parts of this has been waiting for surgery, and being home tonight fills my heart. Happy birthday to me. I love you all so much.