Happy birthday to me!

Today is my birthday. For weeks now, when someone asked my age, I said like a child, "I'm almost 49!" I imagine that most women my age don't thrill to the sound of adding another year to their age. But from my perspective of living with metastatic breast cancer and beating the odds for the past six years and (almost) three months, celebrating each new birthday is the only way to go.

I heartily recommend that on your next birthday, you gather with friends, pop open a bottle of bubbly, and make a toast to growing older. It's way better than the alternative.