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“what comes next is all i ever think about” was the subject line of the email.
the note was from a woman who said that she lived in alberta, and that for more than a decade, she was the primary caregiver for her adult daughter who has a rare brain disease. she lamented about how stressful it all was — the endless appointments, the always-on advocating and anxiety about who would take care of her daughter if something happened to her. a heavy burden of intense worry over what awful thing would come next weighed on her always.
she described what the last month had been like, calling a burn on her arm from a hot iron, the discovery of an ant nest in her basement, and an eyebrow wax that pretty much left her without eyebrows, nothing much to worry about. the big things (she used a capital ‘b’) were a bum fridge that flooded her kitchen, emergency dental surgery from which the pain had not yet subsided and a coyote who had set up house in her backyard.
do bad things really come in threes?
she wanted to know if i believed that bad things came in threes, because if so, she wrote, she should be good for awhile. “right?” she asked.
eek. i could feel the stress in her words. i remember my mom and i having the same thoughts when my dad developed dementia. my mom worried endlessly about something happening to her and my dad being left without a caregiver and advocate.
the strings of awfulness and crises would come in waves. there were the falls and ambulances and choking episodes and emergency rooms and fevers and skin cancers that came upon us with a vengeance. all this in addition to our own “life” stuff — cars breaking down, children getting sick, and major house repairs. often it seemed like just as the overwhelm began to feel like too much, it would pass, only to come again later.
and like the woman from alberta, we also would count the things that made up the rough patches — it was hard not to. and though i don’t think either of us really believe that bad things came in threes, there was quiet solace when a third “bad” thing happened, because surely it was a sign that we couldn’t possibly sink any lower.