So, it's my birthday

So it's my birthday again and someone Facebooked me to tell me that I was turning 29...Ha ha ha, isn't it cute. The truth is that since I didn't die by the age of 47, 54 means that I succeeded. My room mate from college unfriended me because I chided her for dehumanizing cancer patients with an update that read  "Cancer patients only want one thing". No, our lives don't get put on hold because we have cancer. I wanted my children to not be traumatized by this experience. I wanted to go to Matt's wedding. I wanted to be included in the invitation to go to lunch and a movie with my girlfriends...I wanted  a normal life that everyone around me saw as impossible due to my circumstances. My needs weren't as simple as my room mate would have liked. So she unfriended me. Should I care? I am tired of being marginalized by everyone who thinks they know what I want or what is best. I had cancer, not a lobotomy...and I suspect that even those people who had a lobotomy are tired of being marginalized. I'm happy that I am turning 54. It beats the hell out of the alternative.