I wonder…

Last year for my birthday I got skin cancer. Then it was taken away, “cleanly” removed from both the right side of my nose and the right side of my right leg. At least that’s what the surgeon told me: “Clean!” Coming from the doctor with a bright smile on her face, it felt more like self-congratulations than a gift to me, but I accept the doctor at her word, and I appreciate
the gift.

What will I get for my birthday this year? I’m thinking jewelry, but…
I wonder.