We all celebrate our birthdays once a year. It's Polly's birthday and it has a special meaning to her. It's the first after she was diagnosed and been battling breast cancer. I'm sure life has a different meaning and her priorities are more aligned with the things that are important to her.
Do we all need a "wake-up call" like that to start living our lives the way it's meaningful to us? Can we all say that we've had a "hell of a life" (in a positive way :-)) on our last day in this world?
I'd like to take this opportunity, when Polly's celebrating her "rebirth", to say let's all live our lives as if it's our last (precious) day!
Here's Polly's story, the one that's to be continued: