I made it to the grand old age of 28 – it feels like an achievement.
I was after all a premature baby, who was born fighting.
Teamed with my Ulcerative Colitis it has taken a giant team of very dedicated people and a fantastic amount of love and patience from my family to get me this far.
I hope I’m not wasting the gift I’ve been given.
Yesterday was my birthday and I had the day off, accompanied by a stinking hangover. But despite the big headache I had a truly lovely day, deliriously pain free and felt very happy and loved indeed.
My birthdays are always a quiet affair. I like the simple things: a good meal, some wine, a lie in, and no chores all day.
Oh and fab gifts, loads of best wishes messages and some unexpected cards too.
I also ate the thing I try to avoid, as it blows me up like a whale – bread.
Chris spoilt me with some really gorgeous flowers, and we spent the day freezing and feeling sick from stuffing our faces with sweets wandering around the Christmas market stalls in Cardiff, with me getting soaked as someone wasn’t too great at holding a brolly.
I even found a vegan Welsh cake – which might not have helped with my twitchy tummy today.
It was all polished off with my favourite – not Winnie’s favourite – meal at Bills’, spinach, bacon and avocado salad and sweet potato fries….mmmm.
Here’s to many more healthy, happy and pain free birthdays for decades to come.