I have never been a big birthday guy. No need for cake or candles. Give me a nice drink, good company and a quiet setting.
Still, the last two years have been the most meaningful birthdays of my life. My post-surgical diagnosis was I wouldn't see 60.
You see, when prostate cancer escapes and spreads, that "easy" cancer to beat becomes a demon. I was 54 and the demon was loose inside.
Last June 1 was my 60th birthday. Sunday was my 61st. This isn't borrowed or stolen time. This is a blessing. And here I am, beating the odds, praying more, drinking less and rarely out of the company of my two dogs and/or my grestest blessing, my wife.
Men, if you're 45 or older, please ask your doctor to score your PSA (prostate specific antigen). It's sime blood test and the best tool we have for early detection of prostate cancer. And the sooner you catch it, the better.
Please score that PSA and avoid a life of exhaustion, incontinence, erectile dysfunction or eventual death.
No, these aren't bonus birthdays. They are gifts from God, and added time to shout my message from the mountain tops. All I ask is you lend me your mountain top and spread this message. ๐โค๏ธ๐ค