We Sip Green Juice When We Thirst-ay

I have had some pretty wild birthdays in the past.  I mean, your girl really knows how to tie one on. When I put my mind to something, I go all out. Let's see, I spent one year wine tasting in the Hamptons with my best girlfriend, who ended up being my caretaker as I displayed amazing digestive pyrotechnics on the Hampton Jitney. Solid. Then there was the year we went to the Beyonce concert double fisting glasses of Sauvignon Blanc like only a true highbrow hot mess would. I spent $140 on an Uber that night, and Citi Field is only 5 miles from my apartment, so figure that one out. We also went to Fire Island one year, and somehow missed our connecting train back home, so just decided to start drinking with a random crowd we met in a townie bar in Ronkonkoma while we decided how to get home. That was another 100+ Uber ride home. 

Point is, I am a "blast in a glass" as Deena from the Jersey Shore would say. 

My birthday will be spent quite differently this year. Post cancer diagnosis, I have really been examining my health and trying to cut back on things such as sugar and alcohol, and live a more balanced and clean lifestyle. I have been eating clean and vegetarian for years, but mama does love her wine. My oncologist told me it needs to be "Turmeric tea season" and not Rosé season. Womp. That bitch. (Just kidding, she is such a boss) 

I have weighed in with my cancer crew, and asked them how they have handled the whole drinking thing. The bottom line is that yes, we need to operate as clean and healthy as we possibly can. Our immune systems are jacked at this point. However, if having a few glasses of wine brings me joy, I am not going to eliminate that. I HAVE CANCER, I think a drink is in order here. However, puking roadside in East Hampton is not what the doctor ordered for me at this moment in time. 

If you stumbled upon this blog, and you have just been diagnosed with cancer and are freaking out reading all of the articles about alcohol causing cancer,  just stop.  Have you heard that doughnuts are linked to metastasis? STOP.  I will admit, I have fallen down a few rabbit holes myself, and I do believe you should do what is best for you. HOWEVER, If not having the glass of wine is bringing you anxiety because you really want to enjoy a glass, then I say have the wine. Moderation, y'all. I am not saying to go out there face deep in cookie dough and bonging beers. (amazing mental picture) What I am saying, is listen to your body. Treat it well, and enjoy your life. 

You heard it here first.  I am off to celebrate 36 years of life on this Earth. (In moderation, of course.) 

PS- This photo is actually a throwback photo of the day I would like to call "never again, Dyba." This was hours before I was puking on the Hampton Jitney. Drink responsibly, folks.