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What's the worst news you have recieved in your life? And/or what's the worst day of your life? I just want to compare to what my situation is/will be shortly. And no, I'm not drunk nor do I need advice to drink. I have found that solves very little,

November 3, 2005. My doctor told me I had kidney cancer and required immediate surgery....and lots of prayer.

Edit: I hope your news is nothing like that, it was devastating.

December 25th, 2006.

My dad had his second stroke, which has left him disabled, and requiring daily living assistance.

Life has generally sucked since then.

When my Grandpa on my dad side died. He was a hero to me.

When I was a little kid I asked my parents when (not if) my sister would ever learn how to talk, and they said they didn't know if she ever would. That made me mad.

We like to say she's autistic, but no one really knows what her problem is. She's never been diagnosed with anything. She can talk normally now by the way, but she was late. Kind of like Einstein, but too bad my sister isn't some kind of physics genius.

Sept. 11, 2005

That would be the night the doctor pronounced my dad brain dead after he had an aneurysm.

Sept 28, 2002: "You may kiss the bride."

Sorry, but this thread was getting a little maudlin.

July 9, 2005.

My maternal grandfather died that night. :(

When I was a little kid I asked my parents when (not if) my sister would ever learn how to talk, and they said they didn't know if she ever would. That made me mad.

We like to say she's autistic, but no one really knows what her problem is. She's never been diagnosed with anything. She can talk normally now by the way, but she was late. Kind of like Einstein, but too bad my sister isn't some kind of physics genius.

I had a great aunt that didn't speak until she was 4 years old and she talked in full sentences when she finally spoke. No one ever knew why either.

To date... well, this sounds silly. But the day my mother called to tell me that my dog died. It's hard to explain... I shared him, in essence, with my grandmother, who helped raise me and lived in a suite downstairs. She had schitzophrenia, and when she became so ill that she forgot who we were (among other things) and had to leave for a home, I never really dealt with it. (I was a kid at the time.) Instead, I loved that dog in place of her, more or less.

It wasn't until he died that I actually started dealing with the loss of my grandmother, or how negatively her illness affected my life for a good couple of years. It's a lot of therapy-worthy stuff, and it was all tied to my doggy, in a weird way. Our brains are funny, hey? He was such an anchor in my life.

My then GF emailed me saying that we couldn't be together because I wasn't christian and was going to hell..two weeks earlier she had implied that she would answer yes if I proposed.

I think the news that devastated me the most was when I learned the death of Rabbi William Greenberg, a rabbi in my community. It was a week before I graduated from high school. We were just finishing morning prayers. The only two people left in the room were myself and the rabbi who led the service. He got a phone call, and then he told me.

I had known Rabbi Greenberg somewhat well. His son, a cantor at a local synagogue, was also a teacher at my school, and Rabbi Greenberg had subbed for his son on occasion. I had lost family before, but for some reason, this death hit me harder.

When it was announced that the school would attend his funeral there was no question in my mind that I would attend. I imagine that it must have been heartening to the community that at the funeral of someone so old, a disproportionate number of the mourners were under 19. There are two sights from the funeral I will never forget. One is of my fellow students, those who had learned under Rabbi Greenberg, shoveling dirt onto his coffin. The other is of his son, the cantor, reading out the prayers, with tears streaming down his face. This is what brought me to tears.

I lost a daughter a couple years ago.....

The deaths of Both my Grandfathers opened up the reality of the mortality i faced myself, that and how it can have huge impact on the family i am a part of. So i silently pledged to myself never to cry to my own family, for fear of seeing them cry, which would be more than i can bear.

When I found my father on the floor of his room dead from a ruptured aorta.

I lost a daughter a couple years ago.....

:( this thread is horrible :(

*hugs to everybody*

My cat dying.

Not technically 'receiving news', but finding my father unconscious and bleeding profusely from the head in the bathroom at night.

Getting a phonecall telling me my mother had cancer.

My girlfriend telling me that she's not prepared to be with a woman (anymore) because of the social difficulties, and getting with a man she didn't feel anything for within a week to compensate.

"The police will be here shortly to arrest you"

Being told that my boyfriend will leave 'this life' to become a monk.

A good friend receiving the news that she's HIV-positive.

A good friend killing herself.



Basically, "life and love", or rather "death and no-love".

What is it you're dreading that's coming up?

Well, I consider each time I hear that my father is still alive to be rather bad news.

Other than that, the day my then housemate told me she would move out to live with her BF and I'd have to find someone else to live with (I HATE living with strangers, and none of my friends was looking for a room at that time. Turned out ok, though... after living with a psycho Spaniard for 2 months, I packed up and left to move in with my BF in another town :) )... last thing I heard now was that her BF left her to live with his mother again. Talk about late justice :D

July 31 2007 0838
My mother finally dying after an eleven year struggle with breast cancer.

August 27 to September 7 2007
My recruiter fails to let me go visit my grandmother on my predeployment leave. I had no leave days available because I used it all to visit my mother before she died. In order to make her funeral I need to take recruiters assistance. The recruiter proves to be a douchebag, and keeps me working for him until almost midnight every night. He barely lets me go to my mothers funeral, ON LABOR DAY!

September 20 2007
My great aunt dies

October 31 2007
I deploy to Iraq

December 23 2007
My cat, that I saved as a little boy and nursed to life, dies.

March 7 2007
My grandmother dies. I cannot go to her funeral because I'm stationed in Iraq.


My higher ups wonder why I'm not properly motivated, they wonder why I really don't care what they have to say, and why I'm belligerent.

:( I feel sorry for everyone here! I haven't had anything as bad as the least of these happen to me!

"Your father didn't make it."

To date... well, this sounds silly. But the day my mother called to tell me that my dog died. It's hard to explain... I shared him, in essence, with my grandmother, who helped raise me and lived in a suite downstairs. She had schitzophrenia, and when she became so ill that she forgot who we were (among other things) and had to leave for a home, I never really dealt with it. (I was a kid at the time.) Instead, I loved that dog in place of her, more or less.

It wasn't until he died that I actually started dealing with the loss of my grandmother, or how negatively her illness affected my life for a good couple of years. It's a lot of therapy-worthy stuff, and it was all tied to my doggy, in a weird way. Our brains are funny, hey? He was such an anchor in my life.I know how you feel. When my aunt died, we inherited her cat. When that cat dies, I'll be devastated.

ragun's and bush II's elections. i kid you not.

in 60 years of living i've yet to understand what anyone expects from the political so called right. or why they would expect it.

oh i've lost jobs with the rent due and had to move out of places, had lovers get tired of me and all that, lost a dog and a close friend. but really the kind of world we all have to live in has always affected me personally for some reason, more then all the usual personal stuff in life.

=^^=
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Not quite as devastating as some, but more than some others possibly. Not necessarily in order...just to keep with this depressing mood:

6 years old - Mummy comes into my room in the morning to tell me Daddy wasn't coming back from the hospital and wouldn't ever be here again.

Month later, the family dog dies.

Last grandparent dies and I feel it.

My favourite Aunt's dog dies.

My brother and sis-in-law split due to many problems including that they can't have kids together. Their dogs die not long later (dogs I'd grown up with and played with).

Best friend's dad dies.

Friend dies from a freak blood-clot in the brain. He wasn't even 16.

My cat dies...

Um...I can't be bothered to list any more. Yay party :D

One morning I was going to school and a random man ran ran by me, heading to the opposite direction than I. A moment later I heard that guy tried to rape a girl from our class just a minute before. I personally felt nothing, but I know how devastated that girl was. She didn´t show up in school for a long time, and I quess she´ll never recover completely from that experience. I think I´m still in police´s files as a witness in case they some day catch that guy...

As a good number two I think Bush Jr. election, though I didn´t know that back then.

December 12th 2005
finding out that my brother had lung cancer...

The paperboy once put a copy of the Daily Mail through my letterbox by mistake.

It's strange, the death of my two grandmothers didn't bother me as much as it should have, though it was still sad. Maybe because I was prepared for death from a young age. After all, my parents didn't surgar-coat it when my granddad died when I was about five years old, and I never even met my mother's father as he died in 1978.

1990 - My parents divorced AND forced me to leave behind everything familiar because my dad got a better job in Ottawa. I left behind friends and a school I knew. I transferred to a new school only have to have to transfer once more after that. Three schools during grade 2.

1998 - Being told that I wouldn't go through puberty naturally (Kallman Syndrome) and my body was chronologically about five years younger than my mind and true age. I was put on medication that would act as a trigger because my body doesn't produce oestrogen. It also meant that I wouldn't be able to have children naturally without triggering my period ...

The paperboy once put a copy of the Daily Mail through my letterbox by mistake.

Pffft I grew up in a house where Daily Mail exposure was rife. You should be pitying me dammit :p

Pffft I grew up in a house where Daily Mail exposure was rife. You should be pitying me dammit :p

I do, you have turned out quite well considering...

"Well, erhm, ow, how, grrr, ahhh, mom is not coming home tonight, and no, she's not well"

My poor older brother, trying to explain to me, between sobs, that my mother died in a car crash. July 10th 1991. I was 11 years old, and he was 13.

"Well, you should leave the room now, I think he is not with us anymore".

My older brother, a doctor, the day my maternal grandfather died, while I was sitting next to the bed, holding his hand. What makes it specially heinous is that the date was December 24th, 2005. Two days later, it became worse when the psycologist in charge of my grandmother had lost her grip on reality after becoming a widow. The last direct relatives of my mother gone in a week.

"The condition is reversible now, if we make an intervention. However, even if we do the procedure, I would advise that you have children in the next two years, because it will be impossible later"

A doctor telling me that I suffered a severe case of endometryosis. 2001. The condition is not reversible anymore. I'm as barren as the Gobi desert.

"Your lung is punctured, and there is the chance that you might not make it due to internal bleeding".

A pair of months ago, a doctor giving me a report on my hospital bed. I'm all for honesty, but that didn't really helped me to avoid shock or to feel better. Although maybe I earned it for asking.

"Of course he's shot, please go behind the van and stay there"

After a coworker of mine received a shot through the chest and was convulsing in the floor three steps away from me. April 11th 2002.

"The goverment's powers have been dissolved by decree"

Antonio Carmona Estanga. April 13th 2002. I just thought. "We're doomed, now".

"I don't think I can keep with this anymore"

My former fianceé informing me that our engagement was broken. It was an eight years relationship.

The paperboy once put a copy of the Daily Mail through my letterbox by mistake.

:p

This made this thread for me, it was far too depressing before that.

The worst news I've ever received was on the 5 o'clock news last October 24th, when I learned my friend's plane was missing. The bottom dropped out of my stomach, and you know how they say you know? I knew. Three hours later, my dad told me the wreckage ... and the bodies (both his and his flight instructor) ... had been found. He was 20. Worst week of my life.

I hope your news is nothing like that. And hold tight to those who care about you. And, no matter how much they irritate you, refrain from shoving chocolate chip cookies up their noses. ;)

I had a great aunt that didn't speak until she was 4 years old and she talked in full sentences when she finally spoke. No one ever knew why either.
There was a boy who never spoke until he was seven, until suddenly at breakfast one day he said, "Hey! This oatmeal is lumpy!"
His mother was amazed. "You can TALK???"
"Of course I can talk!"
"How come you haven't said anything until now?"
"Everything was fine until now."

My doctor told me I had kidney cancer and required immediate surgery....and lots of prayer.

A doctor tells a patient, "I'm sorry, but I have some bad news for you, and some worse news. Which do you want to hear first?"
"Tell me the worst."
"You have cancer, and it is completely inoperable."
"OK, what's the other news?"
"You're also developing Alzheimer's."
The patient sighs, and says, "Well, at least I don't have cancer."

sorry if I'm offending anyone, but this thread could use some lightening up

New Coke

A doctor tells a patient, "I'm sorry, but I have some bad news for you, and some worse news. Which do you want to hear first?"
"Tell me the worst."
"You have cancer, and it is completely inoperable."
"OK, what's the other news?"
"You're also developing Alzheimer's."
The patient sighs, and says, "Well, at least I don't have cancer."

sorry if I'm offending anyone, but this thread could use some lightening up



I love it! Look when you are diagnosed with cancer you grow an amazing sense of humor (after you get through shaking your fist at the sky ;))

1998 - Being told that I wouldn't go through puberty naturally (Kallman Syndrome) and my body was chronologically about five years younger than my mind and true age.

How can i get this disease?

i never knew my mother se died i was saved with by cutting me out dont know how in english in dutch it is an keizersnede but it isnt very easy living with it :(.and once my cat boy died when i was watching tv (boy throwed up mutch) when i heard a strange sound i thought he was throwing up again but when i came he was death :headbang: i hate it becouse i realy loved boy :(

I never knew my mother she died I was saved by cutting me out, don't know how to say it in English in Dutch it is an keizersnede but it isn't very easy living with it :(. Also once my cat boy died when I was watching tv (boy threw up alot) when i heard a strange sound I thought he was throwing up again but when i came he was dead :headbang: I hate it because I really loved boy :(

I'm pretty sure the word(s) you're looking for Cesarean section...

Also fixed your spelling/grammar errors
(not being a dick, just trying to help...)

How can i get this disease?

It occurs while in the womb, and likely has to do with the exposure to certain hormones. It is more frequent in boys than girls.

It's not fun. Imagine being 19 and being told, you look like you're 11. Fortunately I now look closer to my age, albeit young.

For boys, it causes you to have unusually long limbs.

For girls it means no development of secondary sexual characteristics; read: breasts.

It also means one might have anosmia (a lack of a sense of smell).

It is a strange disease and doesn't always act the same.

In some circles it can mean a person is considered 'intersexed' though that is disputed by those who do have Kallman, as I have the female parts, I lacked naturally occurring oestrogen.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kallmann_syndrome

i never knew my mother se died i was saved with by cutting me out dont know how in english in dutch it is an keizersnede but it isnt very easy living with it :(.and once my cat boy died when i was watching tv (boy throwed up mutch) when i heard a strange sound i thought he was throwing up again but when i came he was death :headbang: i hate it becouse i realy loved boy :(

I think you are talking about Ceasarian Section or C-section. I'm a mother and I will tell that I would rather lose my life and save my child any day. I am sorry it is hard to live with for you, if it helps at all many mothers would and have made the same decision.

Most. Depressing. Thread. Ever.

Most. Depressing. Thread. Ever.

Greenribbons!

Not sure why we would want to make a thread like this, but....

December 10th, 2005 - My doctor told me he had reason to believe I might have colon cancer and that he wanted to run more tests.

To put a spin on it, the best day of my life was March 3rd, 2006 when he said that the tests were conclusively negative and that I was fine.

Greenribbons!

WTF? :confused:

WTF? :confused:

Its a troll. 2 post count and thats all said either time.

Its a troll. 2 post count and thats all said either time.

Green Ribbons Y'all!

My hamster died?

I dunno, I guess I must have had a pretty easy life

Day my dog died
Day my friend died in a fire

"No."

When the Boston RexSox won the World Series.

When the Boston RexSox won the World Series.

*stabs*

November 3, 2005. My doctor told me I had kidney cancer and required immediate surgery....and lots of prayer.

Edit: I hope your news is nothing like that, it was devastating.My mother was diagnosed with same cancer in 2004. Her third bout of cancer. Cervical in 1978, melanoma in 2001. I was sure the kidney cancer was it.

But the worst news was my beloved brother being convicted of molesting an 8 year old. Because I realized he was guilty.

My worst News I've gotten is when my grandfather died after open heart surgery.

The 2nd worst news was when I found out that a defective drug caused it.

When the Boston RexSox won the World Series.

2004 or 2007?

lol

2004 or 2007?

lol

*kicks the hater in the nuts and joins in the laughter*

When my teacher/friend died from breast cancer.

March 11, 2008.

When the doctor told me my son died.

March 11, 2008.

When the doctor told me my son died.My condolences. This is the first I've heard of it. Terribly sorry.

My condolences. This is the first I've heard of it. Terribly sorry.Thank you. :)

Now that I think about it the day I found out that Straughn was propagating the species was a pretty bad day.

I really hate to be the cold heartless jerk in this thread but this all life people. People die unexpectedly, injustice is committed, jail terms aren't long enough... but if we keep looking to the past we are bound to trip up. Look to the future, for everyone we love will watch us from beyond.

On the darker side... due to the title of the thread...

I'd think it would be when my mom died of breast cancer. I always thought I caused her death, because when I was little she had tripped and fell on me and later on was in the washroom inspecting her toe. I thought it was me who caused that. I was around 3 or 4 when she died. I have taken that heavy burden off of me and that could explain my laid back behaviour. I was at the funeral but I must not have liked it because I can't remember any of it.

But nonetheless she is in a better place.

It's hard to say, but I'll tell the two that come to mind first

September 25, 2006, during my first semester of college. It was a Monday, and my roommate had been home over the weekend. I hadn't seen him since that Friday, but I wasn't too worried. I heard a knock on my door.
"Hey man. It's Micah," I heard-- the voice of my RA. Great guy.
"It's unlocked, come on in."
He asks me if I've heard the news, to which I reply with a "No, what?"
"Jacob was driving back late last night... and, in the rain, he was in an accident..."
"Is he... alright?" I ask. Before he replies, a moment's hesitation frightens me.
"No... he didn't make it," my fears are confirmed.


The second one was on January 26, 2008. I had just settled down to watch the results of the South Carolina primaries, and I got a phone call from my mother. She told me that a good friend of the family had just passed away after several weeks in hospice care. I'd known this guy since 1st or 2nd grade. He was one of my dad's closest friends, and we always went to sports games together, he and his family were over at my house almost every Christmas Eve, and, when I got my first job, I found that he was my supervisor there. We had a lot of great times there; he was basically like a big kid. He'd join in with us when we hit golf balls into the pool after it closed. (I worked at a golf course.)
When I got into the University of Georgia, he, being a huge Georgia Tech fan, said that we'd have to go to a UGA-Tech game (one of the biggest rivalries in the Southeast). Two years passed, and always we said that we'd go to one some day... but we never got the chance. :(

Both of them were great guys. Why does it so often seem that the best people die before their times?
I suppose that the best that we can do is drink to the memories of those who are no longer with us and to the health of those who still are.

March 7 2007
My grandmother dies. I cannot go to her funeral because I'm stationed in Iraq.


Seriously? That's not right. My dad got to come home from Korea for his mother's funeral, after getting some strings pulled, which pissed him off, but that was ages ago. I didn't realize that was still a problem.

I've never really gotten any bad news, myself. I've had plenty of bad things happen, like most people, but most or all of it has been first-hand.

"We took the house off the market and we're giving it another shot." --My parents the morning after our house sold, about five years ago, after about 9 years of claiming on and off they were going to get a divorce. They're actually getting one now and we're putting the house on the market in a week.

The worst day of my life was not the day I tried to kill myself, ironically, but the night I found out my best friend (who I had been in love with for like 3 years) was sleeping with a "friend" of ours who was a complete sociopathic loser (who'd tried to feel me up like 20 minutes before that) which ended in the cops showing up at our dorm and my roommate making me pretend to be asleep. And then the next morning I drove home to see my parents and watch the Sharks play the Avs (ice hockey) in game 7 and Teemu Selanne missed an open net and the Sharks lost, and I put my head in my hands and cried. Then my mom sprained her wrist and we spent the rest of the night in the ER.

Yes, I do consider myself very lucky that these are the "worsts" of my life.

"It's a boy!...sort of."

March 11, 2008.

When the doctor told me my son died.

I'm terribly sorry to hear that. Please accept my heartfelt condolences, and I hope that the people around you are there for you and you are being cared for, and that it will get better as time goes by.

March 11, 2008.

When the doctor told me my son died.

Oh my God, Maraque, I had no idea. I am so, so, so sorry. I'm sending you my best wishes and thoughts.