April is the cruelest month

Or so says T.S. Eliot and this April, I heartily concur. So far this month the following has occurred: I got pneumonia, my college with through a grueling accreditation, I broke up with the first man I had been seriously involved with in 15 years, I got diagnosed with cancer, and I shopped for weeks to find the perfect evening dress and when it arrived, it didn't fit. And there's still 5 more days to go.