It was a strange thing but while both my parents were so sick and I was juggling three little kids at home I was aware that things could be worse. I think we were primed when my mom’s cancer came back so quickly the first time and then in her lung, then her throat, then her brain. See, it got much worse quickly.  But what I was really thinking was all the ways things could be worse if my kids were sick or I was sick and left my kids without a mom.  I know morbid.  I was also following a blog at the time of a high school friend who’s son had a rare cancer.  That was worse. Much worse.

It’s natural to lose your parents. That’s life. It’s supposed to happen. Eventually.  Not usually seven months apart after terrible illnesses but hey, why not. There are no rules, right?

One of my favorite sayings back then was, I’m eating at the cafeteria of life and all they are serving is shit sandwiches, with shit on top.