Nine years and nine months ago I was told I had stage 4 lung cancer. I was not expected to live much more than 10-12 months so I decided to use some of my savings and have a big party for My Last Birthday.
Since this would be ‘My Last Birthday’ I wanted to go out in style. I invited a hundred or so of my favorite people and people who had helped me much over the years. I put up a tent, rented tables & chairs, burgers, fries, a keg, bottles of wine, many of my friends brought their musical instruments.
My friends will tell you I’m always late, and true to form I’m late for my own funeral. By 9 years or there about. But since my Last Birthday Party was such a blowout I think it déclassé to insist that each subsequent birthday might be my last. So today I celebrate the NINTH ANNIVERSARY of MY LAST BIRTHDAY.
No one is more amazed at this than I.
In your face cancer.