I usually make an effort not to 'count my woes'; you know when you start adding up all the dreadful things that are happening, start LOOKING for them, and end with something like 'And THEN I dropped an egg on the floor AND my tea got cold again' even though those things wouldn't usually make it to your trauma list.
And I've done a good job of sticking to that I think - I refused to add a father-less Father's Day, the anniversary of Christchurch's first quake, and the upcoming 9/11 tenth anniversary.
It was still a sad day...
Kanji and I drove off in different directions to two different hospitals, him to see his Dad, who had surgery on the cancer in his liver on Saturday, and was still in ICU on Tuesday. So I couldn't help but be reminded of my own father's cancer, and that of a friend's father. She only lost her mother to cancer six months ago, which is such a cruel blow.
Swapping cars at Jiichan and Baachan's stand, I bumped into Raul, whose bar burned down last week. More about that in another post.
And another post also for an update on Erica's post-surgical healing, suffice it to say that the reason I went to the hospital today was because it's scarring up again. Sigh.
And the day ended with me hearing about two friends' children with serious illnesses, so by the time I arrived at Baachan's in the evening after work, it seemed like I couldn't possibly fit any more sadness into one day. We went out for noodles with Baachan and came home and went to bed! I hope the rest of the week brings more good news for me.