If someone asked you what the worst day of your life was, would you have an answer ready? Does something immediately come to mind? Or would you have to really think about it?
I would have several to choose from. Probably the day I lost my aunt who was like my second mother was my worst personally in terms of loss and pain. The day my mother in law passed was a close second because I had to witness my h’s pain as well as my own and be the person to tell my kids. But it wasn’t quite the same as losing my aunt who died way too young and left behind kids still in high school.
Yup. Day my Dad died. The moment that I was standing in the airport and my sister called to tell me he passed before I had made it home. I was devastated and had never felt more alone as I had just finalized my divorce 6 weeks earlier. I literally wanted nothing more than a hug in that moment and I was just standing at a gate in the airport alone.
My dad called at 4 am to say she was being transferred to the ICU. My sister and I instantly hit the road for the 2 hour drive. An hour in he called us to say she wasn’t going to make it. My sister was driving and almost vomited. We make it there as they are starting to have the conversation with my dad about taking her off the ventilator. She was cold to the touch as she was suffering from a PE. We made the decision. She went quickly. We then had the joy of calling people who the had no fucking clue my mom was even in the hospital and telling them she was dead. My sister and I took care of the calls. It was horrifying breaking the news.
Then we drove home. It was the most odd experience. Just and hour later and we were walking out without her. My husband had to tell my kids and to this day I still feel awful he had to have that conversation alone with them. They idolized her.
I don't even have to think. I even know the exact date. I was 17w pg. and I went to the OB for a heartbeat check bc I hadn't heard our baby's heartbeat on my doppler for 2 days. I had an u/s and saw our son was dead, all while my 2 year old sat next to me eating cheerios. I went outside and called DH to tell him and he was literally on the other line with his Dr, getting his bw back. His blood sugar was over 500. We had thought he had celiac bc he had lost 25 lbs and his mom has celiac. He said, "The Dr says I don't have celiac but he thinks I have Type 1 diabetes" (he did).
The day we found my DH's body. He hadn't come home the night before so I'd been up all night but when his body was found in the morning, it all became real and I had to tell my kids.
Prior to that, I wouldn't have been able to think of anything. I had lived a fairly charmed life.
This question brought to you by a super morbid conversation I was having with my H. I described a particular day as the worst day of my life and he was surprised it wasn't the day my biological mother died. He also said he didn't think he could identify his worst day.
I was the one that found my mom when she died. Very tramautic. I remember holding the phone to call 911 but I couldn't even process how to make the call. I remember screaming into the phone at the dispatcher, but she was very clearly already dead.
Each time I hear about 911 calls being released, my heart always breaks for the caller. I would never in a million years want to hear my call that day. Hands down the worst day of my life.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
Two come to mind, but I will admit my life has had its share of struggle but thankfully has been mostly free of true trauma and loss. I am very lucky.
The first was over a month, technically, but it was when my close friend attempted suicide, twice, and both times I was the one who found her and got her medical care. Somewhere in between those two I found out that my XH, who I had been married to a whopping 1 year at that point, was cheating on me. I think finding out about the cheating was the worst day because it was layered on top of an already emotionally exhausting week due to stuff with my friend. That whole time period was pretty traumatizing for me.
The other one that comes to mind was when my golden retriever died when I was out of the country. I actually have lovely memories of other things I did that day/the day after but her death came completely out of nowhere and I was just crushed.
I was in a car accident involving a drunk driver when I was 6. We weren’t wearing seatbelts and could have been a lot worse than it was. My brother hit his head on the windshield and cracked it and I was tossed around the backseat with lots of bruises. None of us were hurt that bad at all. It was a dark and rainy out when it happened. The guy that hit us, stopped and then left. He was never caught. I still, to this day I have a hard time in the car when other people are driving. I’m pretty sure I have some lingering ptsd around this.
I would say that this wasn’t exactly the worst day, but I’ve never forgotten it. I have worn my seatbelt every day since then.
I'd have a couple to pick from. But they're very very different circumstances and were incredibly hard for vastly different reasons. Both have has lasting effects on myself and my loved ones.
I'm generally not a fan of "pick one/worst ever" questions.
I had to think about it, but it's the day my sister in law called to say she was dx with terminal cancer. She was so ill by the time she died that her actual death was something of a relief (is that terrible to say? She was in so much pain.)
But the day she called with the diagnosis? It was devastating.
Post by bullygirl979 on Jul 10, 2019 16:11:13 GMT -5
Without hesitation. The day I found out I had cancer. Because I was so young, all of the doctors told me not to worry as they were sure it was benign. Surprise. It wasn't.
The day we found out my mom had cancer. The next day, when we found out it was stage VI. Five weeks later, when she died. A couple of weeks after that, when we had an estate sale then got rid of everything I ever knew from my parents' lives (minus a few things we kept). Pretty much March through June 2018.
ETA: Oh God, I can't believe I forgot this in there...the day before my mom's memorial service, we found out my nephew (17 years old) had bone cancer. Thankfully (after a tough year of chemo) he's now recovered.
I’m so sorry to everyone in here. I don’t think I could immediately think of one day. I tend to detach or something during really emotional (good or bad) or stressful events so it’s actually really hard for me to remember specific emotions tied to those. It’s weird.
The day we found out my mom had cancer. The next day, when we found out it was stage VI. Five weeks later, when she died. A couple of weeks after that, when we had an estate sale then got rid of everything I ever knew from my parents' lives (minus a few things we kept). Pretty much March through June 2018.
ETA: Oh God, I can't believe I forgot this in there...the day before my mom's memorial service, we found out my nephew (17 years old) had bone cancer. Thankfully (after a tough year of chemo) he's now recovered.
I remember you posting about your nephew. I’m so glad to hear he’s doing well now!
I've had a few traumatic instances (one entire year, TBH), but the scariest most difficult day was honestly when my daughter was born.
@tw
The night before, being told "your baby is going to be born in the next 48 hours and there's nothing we can do to stop it...No, we don't know what's going to happen. If she's born alive, we'll go from there."
She was 23w6d and I'd had no warning anything was wrong and didn't even know how to push. They had to tell me why they were counting to 10.
She's a beautiful, healthy, sassy 12-year-old now, but that was the start of the scariest summer I've ever had in my life.