I actually have, now, a second birthday. Jan 20th. It is not anywhere close enough to half way around the calendar, from my first birthday, but as long as the presents come, I don't mind them bunched up a little. I thought the nurses were kidding but no, they consider the stem cell transplant I received (and survived) a strong tradition, as far as being an birthday to always celebrate from then on. The chemo they give you is a fatal dose, and if it works the stem cells bring you back and they call the next day, day 1. Btw, the hallucinations that all those drugs brought were memorable. I really did believe I was a grilled cheese sandwich one day, and then it got weirder. What are the odds? So here is to birthdays, and all of you remember that I am still looking for a second Rohloff hub. Next January 20th should give you all time to save "till it hurts"
What a great forum!
