I was trying to think about what I wanted to actually do for my birthday. A nice quiet dinner with Kevin and/or with the kids seems reasonable and appropriate, given chemo, etc. And yet, I have a certain desire to throw myself out of a plane. In a sky-diving kind of way.
Cancer can make you a little nutty, I think.
Have you ever done sky-diving before?
Nope. Someday!
If you can deal with your stomach and the immunosuppressant issues, I say Go for It!