Taking One-Upmanship Too Far

So... I mentioned yesterday that Carrie Fisher's book, Postcards from the Edge, kind of helped me find my way to a good relationship with my mother.  She and I got past my teen years, learned to live with each other as adults (and then she ran away from home to Denver just when she was getting interesting... but that's a different story.)  And then we learned to be good friends - well, best friends, really.  Very few people can say that about their mother, I think... I'm extremely lucky

But there's something... For some reason, whenever something happens to one of us, fate tries to one up it with the other one.  If I catch a cold, she's bound to get pneumonia.  If she falls and breaks her leg, I'll get in a car crash.  Heck, she even followed up my uterine cancer diagnosis by getting diagnosed with both uterine cancer *and* potential breast cancer. (I won that one, though - mine wasn't operable, her version was a couple of surgeries and she's fine.) 

So when I read today about Debbie Reynolds' hospitalization, I knew exactly what was going on - her body realized Carrie was getting all the attention, and had to react.  But damnit, this is taking things way too far.  Mom, you're on notice...   don't even think about it.