Sometimes you have to spend your birthday going to see doctors because the treatment that was working to get you better stopped working and you’re getting much worse again.
Sometimes the doctors tell you they need you to go back to the hospital and be put under anesthetic and go through some rather invasive tests to find out what the dickens is going on.
And sometimes it all feels scary and painful and sad and awful so you have to have a cry and feel a bit sorry for yourself then take a deep breath and get the ol’ chin up and make it a good birthday anyways.
So you go to a beloved cafe where the people are happy to see you and engage you in jolly conversation and bring you a pot of Earl Grey Tea with milk and sugar and an oh-so-comforting breakfast and before long you’re sinking into a comfy gold armchair with a good book and the world has started to right itself.
And you get lost in a new murder mystery and think how even though it’s dreadful getting sick again it’s so much better than being murdered by a dastardly n’er-do-well.
And while you’re waiting for the next doctor you order another pot of tea and indulge in a new dessert simply because it has pink icing and is filled with jam and has a dollop of fresh cream and makes you smile.
And your phone keeps pinging because Bear told his co-workers it was your birthday and they keep writing with messages of love and kindness and cheer and you can feel your wobbly ol’ heart swell and feel loved and much, much braver.
Then Bear pulls in to pick you up and take you home and there on the trailer is your beloved car, Lucy, all glossy and spiffed up after a couple of months in the shop. And you’re so happy to see her you get rather teary and hug and smooch Bear who beams back and hands you…
…a bouquet of roses he had hidden in the car and then you get even more teary cuz you’re sick and feel like death and it’s so lovely when someone’s so nice and thoughtful when you feel so terrible. Then you both pile in Lucy and go for a little drive around the farm, weaving through trees and goats and ducks, so happy to be driving again after 2.5 years without a car.
And then you sink into comfy chairs and put on a funny old movie and dine on fish and chips and champagne and feel like two of the luckiest people in the world.
And it ends up being a very, very good birthday after all. xo