My last name's Marshall so....

A few months ago I wrote that my last name is Marshall so I'm tough. Today... My last name's Marshall so I have awful luck. Now don't get all worried yet everything is fine it's just ironic the mishaps today. So in my last post I wrote that Brett has cancer (not so lucky in and of itself). Today he went into surgery and it went great (as great as surgery can be). They'll run some tests and we will know for sure if it was cancer or not. Now the bad luck comes in. We spent last weekend at home in Idaho which was fantastic. We spent Saturday with Brett's family and Sunday with mine. However, the fabulous-ness ended about 40 miles from Salt Lake when my stomach started churning. The bad luck at least subsided long enough that I made it home. But the minute I got into the bathroom... oh boy was I sick. I'll stop there to avoid an over share. So the rest of the night I was in and out of the bathroom, sick a few more times. I think I honestly slept a few hours worth on the floor outside our bathroom. This morning when I got up the sickness had turned into just nausea. I honestly spent most the night thinking "No, not now, not before Brett's surgery" but just kept remembering that Heavenly father will not try us above which we are able to bear. So with the faith that I would survive I got up and got ready and cleaned up before Brett's parents arrived. Once they arrived we learned that they too had gotten sick.

So after spending the day nauseous in the waiting room of the hospital Brett came home and felt better than all three of us. This evening Brett's parents decided to leave because, in Brett's dad's words "If I'm going to dye I want to do it in my own bed." So they headed out only to quickly return reporting a flat tire.

I honestly just sit here wondering if I could have avoided this bad luck if I had kept my maiden name.... It's good Brett's worth all the bad luck.