Holy Week is a funny thing for me. While I generally look forward to Easter, I always have a sense of foreboding. I think this actually goes back to childhood. Family members dying around the time, major events and crisis’s that unfold. My dad was in Vietnam during Easter 1972 when the North Vietnamese launched their offensive. So I guess that I’m somewhat superstitious. This week a dear friend lost her father to cancer. My own parents are not in great shape. My dad lost 7 pounds this month and weighs under 120 pounds. He is doing worse and worse.
I was talking with one of our attendings today who reminded one of the nurses what weekend was coming up. She asked why, and he said, think about it, something bad almost always happens around Easter. I patently concurred with the good doctor. My experience in other hospitals always involved really tragic events. It seems that something tragic always happens, a mass murder, a series of tornadoes that wipe out whole towns, fires that kill families, Tsunamis and other events. This week there has been a killer earthquake in Italy. I am not alone in the way that I feel. Snopes.com even has a page devoted to Easter superstitions.
So with a twinge of anxiety I face this week. I do look forward to what this week means. Maunday Thursday, Good Friday and Easter. I will celebrate each, but at the same time I feel strange. I hope that this is just a bit of PTSD and nothing more. May everyone experience the joy that Easter should bring and I pray that no disasters overtake anyone this year. Peace, Steve+