Today's my birthday and I want to thank someone very important to me - Mom. She gave birth to me 38 years ago today and went through all that pain (although she swears it wasn't that bad). She's been through a lot lately with my diagnosis, especially since she works in the oncology field and she knows about cancer. I am grateful for her knowledge, especially in the first weeks when I didn't know what was going on at all. She's talked to the doctors and nurses in depth to make sure I receive the very best care, even threatening to become Shirley MacLaine in "Terms of Endearment" when someone doesn't treat me right. She's helped me negotiate my cancer journey and calmed me when I am afraid. When I'm in the hospital at NIH, she always asks who my nurse is because chances are she either worked with the nurse or possibly trained her. I've met many of her former co-workers because they now work at NIH and each person has told me how wonderful my mom is. Each person also tends to look after me a little better when I'm there because of her. I always feel like a rock star at NIH because of Mom, and for that I am truly appreciative and grateful.