It's been a crazy month in the Smalltown Mom extended family.
A few weeks ago, my father-in-law's wife passed away unexpectedly.
Last week, our 26-year-old nephew had a heart attack. (He's doing OK now.)
The Handy Husband and I were really hoping that bad things wouldn't come in threes. But there's old Murphy skulking around in the background, doncha know.
My father has a brain tumor.
Hello? Powers That Be? Universe? We're done now. Please stop with this stuff.
P.S. I love you, Daddy.
8 comments:
Sorry to hear it.
Jen
Oh no. I'm so sorry to hear this.
Oh, I am so sorry.
I'm so sorry. My father has been dealing with cancer, so I understand the stress you're going through right now. Hang in there.
Aw darl, I'm so sorry to hear this. I'm thinking of you.
I am very sorry to hear of your bad news. I'm thinking of you and sending you positive vibes!! love! love!!
Hey you...I'm so sorry about this news...my prayers are with you. Hang in there...Love, M.
OH NO!!! Benign? Operable? This is horrible. (I think threes really is a law.)
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