The Big 30.

I kicked off my 30th birthday going all out with two courses from the ward breakfast trolley (you only turn 30 once!). I was supposed to be in Vienna but the date for my surgery put paid to those plans.

It was quite a day with the consultants singing happy birthday to me when they did their morning round and the nursing team bringing me a chocolate cake. 

At this point I was still sporting what we'd nicknamed #thetrump as I wasn't allowed to wash my hair and still had the clips in. Despite the challenges in taming my hair I had a great time celebrating with friends and family in the café.

Colleagues sent me video messages to let me know they were thinking of me and I've never felt more loved.

I was spoilt with beautiful gifts which I've linked below. I'm particularly looking forward to working my way through the printmaking book and obviously I can never have too many red lipsticks or scarves.

I can honestly say (having spent birthdays in various places around the world) that I wouldn't change a thing.   Vienna can, and will wait.

Join me next time when I'll be sharing my experiences of receiving a brain tumour diagnosis and preparing for surgery. Thanks for reading!