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Got a call from my sister this evening, "Happy Thanksgiving, by the way the doctors found a couple lumps in <other sister>'s breast."

To make this less bloggy: What's the worst timed bad news you've received?

Almost a week after I broke up with my last girlfriend, and having just sent her a nasty e-mail the night before, My guitarist called me to tell me she died.

Almost a week after I broke up with my last girlfriend, and having just sent her a nasty e-mail the night before, My guitarist called me to tell me she died.

On the plus side, at least you knew you wouldn't have to be dealing with a psycho ex...

Week after my graduation, while I was still in the midst of partying with friends and such, my dad was in a severe motorcycle accident and grandpa had a stroke and died.

Kinda put a damper on the celebration.

I have £7.25 in my bank :( (atm's are never good news)

edit: stop being miserable because I don't even have thanksgiving

I was 10, Christmas day. My mother announced that she was going to divorce my father. Heh.

A week before Christmas when I was 15 I learned my Grandmother had died.

Sorry to hear about your sister, I hope everything turns out alright.


Seems that on my third birthday my parents learned that my mother's cancer had spread and become terminal, upon which I had a sudden onset of mystery disease in the acute form of respiratory paralysis that got me an ambulance ride and a stay in various hospitals for several months with unexplained random paralyses while my mother was dying elsewhere. Not one of my best birthdays, I guess.

Got a call from my sister this evening, "Happy Thanksgiving, by the way the doctors found a couple lumps in <other sister>'s breast."

Sorry to hear about that. Hopefully they caught it early and your sister will be OK.

To make this less bloggy: What's the worst timed bad news you've received?

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12131049

That.

... I think my first car died this day, two years ago.

o.O

Thanks for reminding me...

On my birthday, my (now ex) husband asked me for a divorce. On Mother's Day (two weeks later) he packed up and left (admittedly, at my urging). This was all of thirty three years ago, and, in retrospect, it doesn't seem to be such bad news.

After arriving late to school, lying to teachers, and acting like a complete asshole to people I hated for looking upset, I found out my favourite teacher had died from cancer.

Still haunts me.

Almost a week after I broke up with my last girlfriend, and having just sent her a nasty e-mail the night before, My guitarist called me to tell me she died.I feel terrible for laughing. >_<

One christmas day when I was about 10 (give or take a few years), I work up at 4am with severe pain in my ears, and my mum had to drive me 40km into town to the only decent hospital open at that time on that day, because of an ear infection.

Recieving my grades. Yep there were times when I actually paid attention to that crap.

1. I had a heart attack on Thanksgiving 2006.
2. I had a stent installed December 20, 2006.
3. I took my mother to the hospital Christmas morning 2006.
4. She died New Years Day 2007.


Holidays aren't worth a shit for me anymore.

Last month I was out with co-workers celebrating a good end to a school festival we had all helped with. I actually had time to go to the after party party and was just sitting down when I got an email to call back to my house in the States right then, emergency. When I called, I found out that my uncle had committed suicide.

Then, about a week later, I got another buzz to call home early one morning and found out why he had done what he had done.

It was... not a good week to say the very least.

Hmmm... four candidates, but only one winner.

1) My grandfather dying on Christmas Eve; would have made for a miserable Christmas, but I was only 2 at the time.

2) Getting a phone call 2 days before my 25th birthday to tell me my father wasn't likely to live through the night because a version of the 'flesh-eating disease' was killing off one of his lungs; but - against all medical expectation - he made it, and he's still with us 15 years later. So that doesn't really count.

3) My grandmother dying the same weekend that my long-term girlfriend broke up with me, while I was still recuperating from an appendectomy; but that's life - and she (the girlfriend) meant well.

4) Finding out that I have incurable leukaemia the same week as my 35th birthday.

Number 4 wins easily.

Most Depressing Thread.

Ever.

Then, about a week later, I got another buzz to call home early one morning and found out why he had done what he had done.


The why being....?

1) Finding out my dad is still alive.

2) Finding out the Bugatti Veyron can be beaten round a track by the new Xonda.

Will the misery never end?

I think you missed the point of the thread.

It's not 'most depressing thing that's ever happened to me', but rather 'worst timing for most depressing news'.

So even if we take your little attempt at humour seriously, it wouldn't work unless you said something along the lines of:

1) Finding out my dad is still alive the day after my beloved mother told me on her deathbed she'd been sexually abused by him.

2) Finding out the Bugatti Veyron can be beaten round a track by the new Xonda the day after I'd agreed to let Jeremy Clarkson sodomise me rather than Richard Hammond*




*non-UK readers should note that this is a reference to the hosts of the television programme where the Veyron/Xonda time trial took place.

Heh when I as 12 and I got home from school to find that school had phoned home worried about none of my homework being done. My dad beat me up and I had to go into shcool the next day and told everybody the black eye was from some kids in the park.

The bad timing? Getting home after my dad got back from the pub.

do you count waking up to find your step dad while sleeping, pass as bad timing news

Nothing bad has ever happened to me, so i'm struggling to relate. If i died on Christmas day or my birthday and ruined that day for everyone else i know then i'd feel pretty horrible about myself.

Last month I was out with co-workers celebrating a good end to a school festival we had all helped with. I actually had time to go to the after party party and was just sitting down when I got an email to call back to my house in the States right then, emergency. When I called, I found out that my uncle had committed suicide.

Then, about a week later, I got another buzz to call home early one morning and found out why he had done what he had done.

It was... not a good week to say the very least.
:fluffle:
Sorry to hear that bud.

The why being....?
Quite probably none of our business.

Bad news combined with bad timing? Well.... my grandmother died a few weeks before a kendo tournament I was really psyched to go to... I found out a week later that her funeral was on the day of the tournament.

Naturally I wasn't going to miss my grandmorther's funeral, but it was a moment of "erk" as I choked down the severe disappointment to mourn with the rest of the family.

Found out that my mother in law (redwulf's mom) had blood clots in her lung on my birthday. That was fun. She was not in any way a nice person, but I wouldn't wish slow suffocation on anyone.

Just found out that my dad has been cheating on my mom for almost a year.

Yay holidays.


Fuck you, 2008.

By brother decided to come out of the closet to me while I was driving. I took it just fine and didn't wreck the car, but he must have had a lot of faith in me to have picked that moment...

So really I've never had bad news come at a hideous time but I can imagine some I'd hate to ever experience:

Learning you're sterile right before finding out your wife is pregnant.

Being told you have 6 months to live right after buying season tickets to next year's Hockey games

Quite probably none of our business.

Then why mention it - certainly the question wouldn't have arisen except for the comment. A shut mouth catches no flies, as they say.

Either my great grandmother dying the day after the wedding of a family friend, or a next door neighbour and friend, aged 20, dying (we think from a diabetic coma) after a night out celebrating the end of his finals at university.

I imagine when I got the phone call that my father died. I wasn't expecting it just then, but I suppose I should've been.

edit: stop being miserable because I don't even have thanksgivingEuropeans aren't ever thankful for anything. :smug smiley:

(Yes, I know there's no smug smiley on this forum.

Just found out that my dad has been cheating on my dad for almost a year.
...Is that what you meant to type?

my mother in law (redwulf's mom)
Man, I need to pay attention more.

Just found out that my dad has been cheating on my dad for almost a year.

Yay holidays.


Fuck you, 2008.
Oh fuck. Whoever cheated on whom, I'm really, really sorry, man. Shit. *hugs lots*

Nothing bad has ever happened to me

When it does, it'll affect you worse, I reckon.

Then why mention it - certainly the question wouldn't have arisen except for the comment. A shut mouth catches no flies, as they say.

Because it is an aspect of why the week was bad. That doesn't make it your business.


Same as if I said "Today was an awful day", you may ask why, and I may say "the fact that I said nothing more than that meant that it was none of your business".

Given that it is clearly something that is very personal, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the response. Granted, that's NER's call.

My uncle being in the hospital and then deiding during the Easter holidays with his birthday being a few days after he deid and two days before my brithday. It was sad but I at least gald I got the chance to know him before he passed away to cancer(He stayed with us the summer before) and meeting my whole family(even in a time of grief) is still always a happy time.

...Is that what you meant to type?
haha...not quite...though I do live in MA and parents are in CT...so you never know.

No, dad cheated on mom
Oh fuck. Whoever cheated on whom, I'm really, really sorry, man. Shit. *hugs lots*

Thanks. It's been a colorful day/year/life. Seems that the marriage will be holding for now...if dad ever chooses to grow the fuck up, then they might just make it through.

I suppose I should be thankful that my relatives have the decency to become ill and die during the off season. The closest I've got to any of this is a (very horribly nasty) break up with my girlfriend the week end before (this) Thanksgiving. Not tragic, but I've had to turn off my phone because she wouldn't quit calling me while I'm at my parent's house.
Thank god she doesn't have my parent's number, that would be a fucking disaster.

The why being....?

Quite probably none of our business.
Exactly.

Then why mention it - certainly the question wouldn't have arisen except for the comment. A shut mouth catches no flies, as they say.
Because the reason was something other than mental illness or depression, though they did play a part and changed my view of my uncle completely. It really added to the situation in a way that was not pleasant.

great grandma dyed on thanks giving a few years ago, we knew she was sick and mom was staying with her, i knew great-grandma had dyed as soon as i knew it was mom that was calling

Because it is an aspect of why the week was bad. That doesn't make it your business.
Same as if I said "Today was an awful day", you may ask why, and I may say "the fact that I said nothing more than that meant that it was none of your business"..

Personally, I never give out that kind of info if theres elements beyond discussion, as to my mind it only raises questions. If nobody knows, nobody asks, nobody tells.


Given that it is clearly something that is very personal, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the response. Granted, that's NER's call.

Indeed it is.


Because the reason was something other than mental illness or depression, though they did play a part and changed my view of my uncle completely. It really added to the situation in a way that was not pleasant.


My condolences, meaningless though they might be, and apologies for the intrusion.

I suppose I should be thankful that my relatives have the decency to become ill and die during the off season. The closest I've got to any of this is a (very horribly nasty) break up with my girlfriend the week end before (this) Thanksgiving. Not tragic, but I've had to turn off my phone because she wouldn't quit calling me while I'm at my parent's house.
Thank god she doesn't have my parent's number, that would be a fucking disaster.

Before I was born, the oldest child of my aunt and uncle found my aunt dead at the bottom of the stairs on the morning of Christmas eve. She'd fallen and died of a broken neck, leaving seven children behind her, (the oldest being 12, I think). Though an easy going athiest most of the time, I tend to get reminded of that kind of incident - the small, unglamorous deaths - that can haunt people for the rest of their lives, when people start the whole "Jesus loves you" thing.