I turned 29 last Tuesday. While there were other places I could think of where to spend my birthday, I had to spend it at the hospital. I got my infusion on my birthday which is a blessing. Even though I had to spend my birthday at the hospital it only means that I’m blessed because I have meds to be infused. Which is truly a blessing.
All in all my birthday was great. Had lunch with all the doctors I work with. Two of my very close friends came by the hospital to join us. My favorite cousin followed in the afternoon to visit and give me a birthday cake.
I came home from the hospital at around 7:00 p.m. I was surprised to see balloons taped all over the living room. My office mates wrote on some of them. I thought that it was just that. So I looked at it, felt really nice and sat down in the living room. I started to do what I usually do when I get home from the hospital. Check my email, browse some sites.
Around 9 p.m., just before I was thinking of going off to bed, the doorbell rang. The helper opened it and my friends came into the living room, cake in hand singing happy birthday. They surprised me with a visit. My mom also had some food prepared so in hindsight, this was her doing. She and two of my good friends set it all up.
So tired as I was, we celebrated my birthday with some good food, good conversation, laughter and hours of fun spent with friends.
While all of that sounds good, the highlight of my day was the visit from my former highschool teacher who also happened to be the hospital’s chaplain. He gave me a birthday blessing. I also had a chance to catch the 6 p.m. mass.
I thank the lord for 29 wonderful years. Years spent with my family, friends and other people who made a difference. My life has been good so far. I’ve been truly blessed.
I feel old, honestly. Old because I’m also dealing with Pompe and sometimes the I think that for someone who got Pompe at the age of 10, 29 is a pretty long life. I should have died years ago but God found a way to save me. I’m thankful for that.
Over the years miracles have happened in my life to affirm God’s love. Not big miracles but small ones that you won’t notice unless you really take the time to reflect on it.
God, thanks for the 29 years. Thanks for my loving family who’s always been by my side. Thanks for friends who care a lot about me. Thanks for all the blessings you’ve given me. It’s been a great life. I’m hoping it continues for a long time.