They come in threes?

News within about a week:

family friend’s son died (second brain tumor)
family friend’s son died (suicide)
friend’s son died (accident)

friend’s husband being horrible, in crisis about marriage
friend’s husband chronically horrible, in crisis about marriage

friend treated horribly by colleagues

friend disappointed by partner
friend disappointed by boss
friend disappointed by parent

friend diagnosed with cancer
friend diagnosed with different cancer
friend waiting for diagnosis of type of cancer

so, clearly, one more marriage crisis or two more psychotic colleagues and I have a royal flush.

then what do I win?

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16 thoughts on “They come in threes?

  1. I agree with your assessment (and where you file this post) “Are you freaking kidding me?!?!?!” What a nightmare week. Hugs to you and to all hurting right now.

  2. Just….ick. That’s a full plate you want to send back to the kitchen, huh? I hope next week is much, much better.

  3. ugh… consolation. not consolidation. unless you want your shit prize consolidated.

    i’m tired, can you tell?

  4. letmestartbysaying: apt metaphor.
    jc: actually quite funny as consolidation. I read it consolation and didn’t notice my dyslexia until you corrected yourself. And if it helps, I’ve had to correct several comments online today, too. Even the keyboards have cancer, it seems.

  5. Nap,

    Breathe in and out, buckle up and let it wash over you. That is a lot of yuck in too short a period of time.

    Sending light and peace to all those in need, especially you!

  6. I’m sorry for them…and for you.

    I always hold my breathe when I get bad news b/c it always comes in threes around here.

    • Thanks, Maria, Jen, and Fie.
      Kitch, I feel awful making it sound as though it’s all about me. That’s part of my dilemma: survivor’s guilt. I’ve had my cancer, but I have two living, healthy sons and neither Spouse nor colleagues are treating me terribly. So I feel awful that I can’t do more.
      Gibby, three great things might be pending. Cousin’s brand new baby is wonderful. Friend’s baby is coming any day now. Another cousin’s baby on the way soon. I feel like a 90-year-old woman saying, well, there are new babies for every death…but the world does feel that way this week.
      Now maybe I’ll discover a gentle colony of babysitting unicorns and edible glitter rainbows to make up for BP’s gusher and China’s Pb.

  7. This is the awful truth – when the third thing happens in a “bad” category, I always think, “oh thank god, I escaped unscathed.” (Except when I don’t.) All those sons dying — ye gads. Like life isn’t hard enough. So sorry to hear that you and the people in your life are having so much pain. Wishing you the best of luck in the time ahead.

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