There is something seriously lacking about birthdays as you age. First of all, you’re aging. That in itself seems cruel enough, but to add insult to injury, birthdays come with many unhappy greetings. Growing up, I’d look forward to checking my mailbox for birthday cards from farflung friends and relatives. This year, I heard from my GP that it was time for my pap. I heard from my dentist that it was time for my cleaning. I heard from my eye doctor that I needed to come see him, too.