UPDATE>>>Let me be clear, Frankie didn't complain. He asked me when it was so he could keep with my schedule. I am the one who sets the time. Once he realized that I had forgotten, he quickly said he didn't need a party. LOL! Don't get mad at Frankie! The favorite Naval Consort yelled at me for making Frankie feel bad, he knows us enough to know I was wallowing and Frankie was not the problem.
My sisters and my brother and I have nine children. We celebrate each birthday, some are combined, some are singles. My son Frankie is usually a single because he is the only January birthday. I usually call Grace, Jen, and Frank and we pick a date. Something convenient.
It's not any big thing. Cake, probably pizza. Or Grace makes meatballs. Or my Dad gets coldcuts. It's just an excuse to get together.
So here I am.....wah, wah....cancer....chemo...me....poor me.
Frankie calls me to see if he can come tomorrow to visit. I have told them they have to check in case it's bad. I don't want them to see me looking bad.
And we decide, yes, tomorrow is good. Then he says, "When is my party?"
I have just about stopped crying and feeling bad for myself.