I really don’t know why but ever since I moved to Texas, I have only been able to celebrate my birthday once. And it was a surprise party that some friends and volunteers at the animal shelter I worked at put on at their house. It was such a fun evening. I often think back at it. My birthday is right before Christmas and it is always forgotten. I have tried to put on parties, even had food and stuff ready and no one showed up. That was the day I decided to never do it again. Never have I felt so forgotten and worthless in my life. Mom and I had to eat the food for days.

Then when I got my pacemaker in 2018 I decided that since my birthday was so close to Christmas and always forgotten I would celebrate my pacemaker day instead, March 22nd. Not only is that my pacer day but it was also my late grandmother’s birthday so it felt quite significant. An honor to share my day with her. Well, then the fucking Covid hit so I haven’t been able to celebrate that day either. The first year mom was not doing well so it wasn’t possible.

The thing is… the anniversary for my first cardiac arrest is coming up, on September 12th. It is a tricky weekend, I know. But I want to do something. Maybe not a big party. But just something to celebrate that I am actually still alive. I survived that day, 4 years ago. I don’t know why I did, but I am forever grateful. But now mom is gone and I don’t really have anyone to celebrate with… therefore I am going to tell what I will do, and anyone who wants to join me, is more than welcome to. You don’t need to let me know, just show up if you feel like it.

So, on September 12th I will go to Applebee’s in Canton (335 E, TX-243, Canton, TX 75103) at 1pm and have lunch. Whomever wants to join me is more than welcome. I am going to have my steak and baked potato!