Happy Birthday Martin!
On Sunday my husband turned 31! We always make birthdays or even random weekends fun! Originally, we were going to take a road trip down south but my surgery (which was originally scheduled for Jan 30, 2017) got canceled right when it was about to begin and rescheduled for Feb. 10. That threw off our plans. Instead, we decided to go to Foxwoods. Since my birthday is Jan. 19 and his is Feb. 19, usually one of our birthday celebrations ends up being at Foxwoods Casino, either because we want to, or it's very cold and snowy. If you haven't been to Foxwoods Casino it’s like an indoor city. They have everything you might possibly need under one roof.
Since on my birthday we had gone to see my dad and visit other friends in Florida, we weren’t too bummed that we didn’t make it anywhere too far away for Martin's birthday. It's always hard to plan my mini getaways or what I like to call 'my cancer vacations' because so many aspects come into play. Before now I never even thought about travel insurance, but now it's a necessity for anything we wish to do! When Feb. 18 came, I woke up and felt like I wanted to puke for more than half the day. I so desperately wanted to crawl back in bed and turn on netflix but, like many other days, life and time do not communicate with cancer, they do not speak lol! Since I love Martin, and creating new memories is crucial, I got up and prepared myself for Martin’s birthday at Foxwoods.
I used to be the life of the party! I loved going dancing (I still do) but it's very different now. Going to crowded places becomes my real life battlefield, planning on how to avoid people from bumping into me! My hip gets weak after a prolonged period of standing. Then my chest still hurts and boy it would suck if someone bumped into me. Dancing is a challenge but I was definitely dancing in my imagination! I am usually secretly tired and it's a constant struggle to continue to remind myself to hold on and love each moment. My biggest change, though, is that I used to LOVE to drink my glass of wine or a vodka soda. I bartended for 7 years and now I can’t drink. Between chemo and my liver, which is covered in metastases, it's just not a good idea anymore. Now water is my new best friend.
Over-all, our night was a hit! My husband and I had a great time. I got to see people I haven’t seen in awhile and I got to celebrate another birthday with my husband. Feb. 19 was his actual birthday and you would have assumed I was hungover, but the night before was so physically tiring I barely wanted to move. People remind me often that I am still healing and I need to relax or take it easy. I’m very bad at this, very. When I regained some of my mobility after my hip almost broke, I grew a new love for life and having the ability to get around. So I am driven to be as active as I can because I know that one day I won’t be able to.
Me before Martin's birthday celebrations...