Last week I turned 40. I'm not sure what the big deal is. Other than it sounds really old. I can remember when my parents turned 40. A few months ago Steve asked what I wanted to do for my birthday. I'm not one for big parties. I'd rather gather with a few people and have good conversations than have 60 people around where I feel like I have not talked to anyone. So that is what we did. We gathered a few of our friends, got babysitters for the night and headed down to Cincinatti. We stayed in a nice hotel downtown and had several fun meals out. It was perfect. Mostly we sat around. And talked. Uninterrupted. No milks to pour. No buns to wipe. Birthday perfection.
The best birthday present I received was a phone call from the doctor's office telling me that the CT Scan I had earlier in the week came back clear. A continued bill of clean health. Thank you, Lord! It was nice of them to call so that I could be freed up to celebrate. I went in for my final doctor's appointment yesterday (until October.) I am now considered "under surveillance."
That means that instead of going in once every week (on average- for the past year and a half. Whew, talk about a marathon.) I will now go in once every three months. I will have a CT scan once every six months. For two years (although I've already put a year in.) Then I move to every six months for an appointment. It's pretty exciting (yet a bit scary).
It was a bit sad to not have my parents here to celebrate. I know there would have been a cake, and presents and phone calls. I grieved a bit. I cried a bunch.
All in all, being 40 is pretty much the same as being 39. Except with a whole lot more to celebrate!!!