Channon’s comment sparked this one. She and I wrote back and forth, with me going, eh, who wants to hear more about lupus, and her encouraging me to go ahead even when I said I can’t skip that part, it’s integral to the story. So here goes.
When it was first diagnosed, my kids were 2, 4, 6, and 8, and barely that. I found myself suddenly being told I was not to go in the sun anymore. Right. Like how am I supposed to adhere to THAT forevermore!? Besides, I’m an outdoors type.
My arthritis was severe enough then (it isn’t now) that they tested me for Rheumatoid, and throw in this, that, and the other, and I was just plain having a hard time. Not to mention, my mom’s cousin had died of lupus a week before her wedding date. Cheers.
So. Richard decided he needed to do something about all that. The lupus he couldn’t fix. (The Crohn’s later was LE cells branching out.) He wanted to cheer me up. So he called a number of our friends and they all threw me a surprise half birthday party.
When they all yelled, “SURPRISE!” I was going, What? What is this? A surprise party? But this is June! My birthday’s in December!… Huh? Well, oookay. Chocolate and friends, who’s complaining.
There was a cake: half a 13×9 sheet cake, baked and artfully decorated by our friend LaRee with the words
Hap
Birt
Ali
on it going down the cake. Which was dark chocolate. Yum. And a very good time was had by all, with much laughter. My husband’s a genius.
Turns out, LaRee had had the same initial reaction to Richard’s proposal but had been perfectly willing to go along with it, and hey, let’s party!
So, months later, it was going to be LaRee’s birthday. I found out. My chocolate torte (recipe in the comments here) was already well on its way to what it is now and I decided to bake her one, dark chocolate ganache on a nearly-flourless cake. But I’m no good at writing with a tube, so when I surprised her with it, I gave her a card instead, with the inscription:
“Hap Birt Ali,” she said. Happy birthday to you, too, she re-torted.
(And you know? Somehow we all muddled through just fine. And life is very good.)