Turning 50

Yesterday it was my 50th birthday, and I had a wonderful day, thanks to all the efforts of my darling husband and daughter. I wont tell you what I had for breakfast, the most important meal of the day (so they say), for there were far too many calories to mention, so thank goodness a birthday comes but once a year! "That's not fair" I can hear you muttering, "what did she have for breakfast?" Now I've got you wondering what breakfast could be so bad, yet deliciously naughty, it deserves special place on one's birthday breakfast menu; I'll spill the beans. My family made me pancakes topped with mascarpone cheese and fresh strawberries. Breakfast doesn't get much better than this! Turning 50, although a significant point in one's life, doesn't worry or phase me. I have never attached much importance to the number of years - a person is as young or as old as they feel inside. Although suffering two chronic diseases has aged my body considerably, inside I'm still the fun young at heart person I once was. If you can see past my poor posture and shuffling walk, the masking that conceals my expression on occasion, and when tired slow speech which is hindered as if someone has turned my volume down, you'll find I'm here inside.  Don't be afraid, or turn away in sadness, but celebrate life with me. I had a fabulous birthday, surrounded by close ones, people I love and who have played a great part in my life, whether they are aware of it or not. Thank you everyone for your good wishes, and to all those who made my 50th birthday a truly memorable day.