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Not ruining a special day

Today is a special day in Hough Land. It is the 10th birthday of my son. 

I can’t believe he is 10 years-old. I can remember dreaming of having a child. I can vividly remember finding out I was pregnant but high risk. JJ has always been tough one. I knew he was going to be okay when he started playing soccer with my organs. The day that that he was born was the happiest day ever for me. I can’t imagine my life without him. Even though, we don’t see each other everyday. He knows how much I love him. He has been my motivation to get better because I want to see him grew up and do great things. So today, instead of sleeping in or watching tv on his birthday, my son helped his grandfather kill a hog. I wasn't there to share in this rite of passage. But my son made sure to describe every detail to me. Every detail.
It is a special day. A day that I don’t want to ruin. In a few weeks, I will have surgery to remove some uterine fibroids. Or as I like to say, fibroids gone wild. These bad b…