Have you ever had “a worst week ever”? A week so bad that you know you will be talking about it for years to come? I just had mine. Well, the worst so far. I hate to think of having another that tops it. I understand that bad things happen to people. Lets face it they have to. It can’t be all rainbows and cupcakes all the time. A little misery is good for the soul sometimes. It makes you appreciate your normal boring life.
Bad thing #1
My week started with my sweet Dad who was recently diagnosed with advanced lung cancer having to have emergency surgery. It was terrible, for me, for him for everyone. I haven’t really ever seen someone come out of surgery on a ventilator before. He looked so helpless and sick. I was scared to death. I aged ten years in one day. He got off the vent on that Monday, I sat with him and played Scrabble against him on his iPad. I actually had a chance of winning since he was on painkillers and kept falling asleep. My Dad is the smartest guy I have ever met and does the New York Times crossword in pen everyday. Finally I had a fighting chance. I got a call from my stepmother the next morning saying that he had crashed in the middle of the night and had to be put back on the Vent. Crap, scared all over again. Skip forward three days still on the vent. I continue to age rapidly and grey hairs start spurting up everywhere. He finally fights hard and can breath on his own. I exhale the breath I have been holding since he was admitted. This is a Friday, I think.
Bad thing #2
After coming home from the hospital I load the kid in my, lets use the word vintage, car to go to a birthday party at a friend’s house. They have been looking forward to this party for weeks. Me too. I need a little fun. It starts to pour down rain. I go to crank the engine and the only key to this dinosaur of a car on the planet proceeds to completely fall apart in my hands rendering the car totally useless. I just stare at the broken parts and start crying. I cry harder than the two small kids in the backseat who were locked and loaded for a jumpy castle and a sugar high. I got out of the car, throw candy in my crying kids mouths and pour a giant bowl of wine for myself.
Bad thing #3
The next day after the car incident we are scheduled to go to a surprise birthday party tennis tournament for a good friend. Sounds fun right? A little tennis, a few cocktails, some laughs. Would have been a blast if it weren’t for one small little detail. My ex-husband (yes I was married before, we all can’t marry our high school sweethearts and live happily ever after) is there working the tournament. How does this happen you ask? Because if you are me the world likes to play cruel jokes on you like firing the tennis pro at the neighborhood club while you are on vacation and hiring your ex. I spit out my coffee when I read the email. What are the odds?
I have been with Fritz (current husband) for over 9 years. I have successfully avoided the two of them meeting. They have never laid eyes on each other. I once ducked under a booth at a restaurant when I saw him walk out of the bathroom. I know what you are thinking, “you are so mature, Wendy”. Well don’t judge until you have been there. It was fine, they met and zero punches or snide remarks were exchanged. I survived a thing I had been dreading for almost ten years. This was just the topping to my awful week.
I got it all out of the way for a while. What was your “Worst Week Ever”?
I’m glad you documented this -such a bad week 🙁 but like you said, hopefully it will make you appreciate the cupcakes and rainbow ones. We all love you!!
You are hilarious even in the darkest hour. Amazing. Reading this just made my terrible week feel not so bad~ thank you! LOVE your posts! 🙂
Can I just say that I love you for writing this!? I love some realness and truth… I get so disappointed in most of the adults that I meet that try and act perfect and humorless… That’s probably why I avoid ‘hanging out’ with so many that I know… I just have zero time for people that are fake or bore the ever living shit out of me… Sue me. I love ya, Wendy!
Well, everything happens in threes. So, you should be good. Thank God!!! Love ya!
Oh, Wendy. WHAT a horrific time you’ve had lately! But I love the way you can weave your amazing sense of humor through this whole thing. The key? The ex-husband? Those two would have been enough for anyone to throw in the towel. I keep your sweet dad in my prayers. (And I loved the part about him doing the NY Times crossword puzzle IN PEN. That rocks!)
Love and hugs,
It took all day and a glass of wine to bring myself to read this bc I remember all too clearly the pain that this week brought my friend, the hilarious Wendy B… but glad you got this on paper so to speak! and to my surprise…some parts are already funny to look back on! some…:( oxox
Bad luck definitely happens in 3’s. You are good to go for another three years!
You are the real deal and 100% inspirational. BTW, where did you get your giant wine bowls? I need some. 😉
There are some bright days ahead for you girlfriend! I absolutely adore your dad. I worked at CPSC in the early 90’s and have shared many good laughs with the “jakester”. Since then, I’ve loved running into him and your girls at music together, the teeter, etc. He is one amazing man, and my life is better for knowing him. Hang in there.
I hope the coming weeks are a total 180 from this week!
Hope things get better for your next week. I know personally how difficult it is for your dad to have advanced lung cancer. It is heartbreaking. I will keep you all in my prayers. My advice… Spend as much time with him as you can and say everything you want to say. Give lots of hugs.