A History of the Number 13

Superstitious people avoid the number 13.

Floors in tall buildings skip from 12 to 14. People don’t like sitting in the 13th row on airplanes. Friday the 13th is considered an unlucky day. There were 13 people at The Last Supper and many still refuse to have 13 people gathered around a table. I ruled out a home while house hunting because the number 13 appeared in the address. My dad also died on a Friday the 13th. It could have been any day, it just happened to fall on that date. It’s weird that I’m able to rationalize the date he died on but can’t with a house address. Maybe I’m a little superstitious.

Hold on 13 seconds. Let’s take a closer look at the number.

America began with 13 colonies. There were 13 stars on the first flags. Those are not bad things. The number 13 is a beautiful prime number mathematically speaking.

Countries that have a strong western influence believe 13 to be unlucky (like the U.S.). Some countries believe 13 is a lucky number. Italy is one country that considers 13 highly lucky because it’s connected to St. Anthony, the patron saint of finding things. India also considers 13 to be lucky. Whatever you do on the 13th lunar day is meant to give you positive results.

There used to be 13 months on our calendar instead of 12. Back in Pagan times, this related to the 13 moon cycles we have every year. The moon is considered to have powerful feminine energy. It corresponds to menstrual cycles that last 29 days. Women cycle the way the moon does. The number 13 represents a continual cycle of rebirth and death. There is fertility and creation. The moon’s energy is the biggest correlation I found to exalting a woman’s spiritual energy and power.

So far none of this is bad or unlucky.

So how did 13 become unlucky?

Men of yore were the problem. Booooooo men of yore.

When Christianity became popular, civilization became ruled by the patriarchy. They made some big changes affecting women. The goddess Freya (goddess of love, her name closely associated with Friday) was labeled a witch. Ridiculous. Friday the 13th became known as the day when 12 witches met with the Devil. Absolute rubbish. Add that up and you get 13.

Buckle up beacause we’re going back even further to Biblical Times all the way to ancient Israel and the Old Testament. This is a time when women had more power and were revered. Women were active in community life except in the priesthood. Women freely engaged in commerce and real estate. Impressive. Specifically, Miriam (sister of Moses) led the women of Israel in worship. Deborah was a judge and a prophetess as well as a wife and mother. Highly impressive. Abigail is mentioned because she managed a political conflict between King David and her husband. Intelligent wives were considered gifts from God. Wow and wow.

My how times changes in the New Testament. Somewhere men seized the opportunity to suppress women. Women’s lives didn’t extend beyond the family. Women were largely illiterate. Men and women were not seen together. Women did not go out in public often and needed to be accompanied by an enslaved member of the household. Jesus seemed to the exception to this rule. He shared his teachings to anyone who would listen. There are stories of Mary and Martha, Mary Magdalene, and the woman at the well. Still, this was not the norm.

If I am wrong with any of this, enlighten me, please. Biblical study is not a strength.

It is believed that some women in the Middle Ages were scribes.

Men simply did not like women having power. Some still don’t. Look at the inequalities of representation in politics, women in other leadership positions, and in pay. Then there are the labels of being assertive versus being a bitch. Many girls are denied an education in certain countries.

Friday the 13th, or an ordinary 13th in the month, is a perfect day to reflect on who you are, your purpose, and your power. Focus on the powerful feminine within and let it flow out to the universe. Let that creativity and power shine.

There is one day allotted to metastatic breast cancer during October. That sucks. It’s October 13th. How I wish all the awareness would level up and address the urgency of research for MBC. If Metastatic Breast Cancer Day has to be on the 13th, it’s more than okay with me. I acknowledge that men get breast cancer and metastatic breast cancer, but here is my message to women. We women can embrace the power the number 13 holds and do our best to change the world.

There is a chance 13 may become a favorite number of mine. Incidentally, I just began my 13th drug. Lucky 13 it is!

A Review of 2020

2020 won’t fade soon from our memory and never from history. Too many events were put into motion that will continue to play out for years to come. I suppose that’s always what happens. Some events have already had major impacts on our lives, whereas others may scarcely make a dent in the grand scheme of things. Big and small, this is my look back at 2020.

Nationally and Globally

COVID-19.

All anyone could talk about was COVID, COVID, COVID. Sound familiar? To frame it with numbers, almost 330,000 have died from the virus in the United States as of December 26th according to data provided by the CDC. That number is a staggering reminder of what will be carved forever in the rock that is 2020. I know a handful of people who have had the virus and almost all had mild cases. I am fortunate no one I’ve known has died from it.

Everyone knew who Dr. Fauci was and recognized him as the voice of science and reason throughout the pandemic.

Toilet paper and hand sanitizer became hard to find items. Shelves in stores were bare for months.

Too many people watched and got addicted to Tiger King. I did neither.

John Krasinski gave us hope in his segments of Some Good News.

Many passed the time baking sourdough and banana breads. These and other forms of baking provided comfort in a tangible way to our lives.

Earth had a chance to breathe when the world shut down because of COVID. Fewer cars on the road improved air quality. People used their cars less since many were unable to work or they worked at home. We all win with a cleaner planet.

Zoom. A word that can stand on its own.

People staying home more had some negative outcomes. The unemployment rate reached a record high of 14.7% in April. A rate of 6.7% in November has been the lowest since before the shutdown.  As a comparison, the U.S. ended 2019 with a rate of 3.5%. Many businesses permanently shut their doors during the pandemic.

The Summer Olympics set to take place in Tokyo were canceled and moved to 2021.

Black Lives Matter demonstrations took place across the country to protest police brutality and racially motivated violence towards black Americans. The deaths of Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Rayshard Brooks, and Daniel Prude were a few of the deaths that caused unrest nationwide.

A fly landed on Mike Pence’s head during the only vice-presidential debate before the election and stayed there for around 2 minutes. Kamala Harris effectively and firmly told him she was speaking when he repeatedly tried to interrupt. She was speaking.

Mississippi voted to remove the Confederate flag as part of its state flag and replace it with the image of a magnolia blossom.

The U.S. held a presidential election. It affected people nationally and globally just as COVID did. Donald Trump will be leaving office. Joe Biden decisively won the popular vote by over seven million votes (81,283,485 to 74,223,744 votes) and the electoral college (306 to 232) and will be the 46th president. Kamala Harris will be the first woman vice president and the first woman of color to hold that office. The election was held on November 3rd and results were shared on November 7th. It took days to count the massive number of mail-in ballots.

The first healthcare workers in the United States received the COVID vaccine on December 14th.

The world lost many well-known figures in 2020. I apologize if I’ve left someone out you feel needed to be included. It means I am less informed than I would like to be and their name didn’t provide instant recognition. It doesn’t diminish their life contributions. There are always too many who have moved on. The world said goodbye to these well-known individuals:

Don Larsen 1/1

Jim Lehrer 1/23

Kobe Bryant 1/26

John Andretti 1/30

Kirk Douglas 2/5

Orson Bean 2/7

Ja’Net Dubois 2/18

Katherine Johnson 2/24

Roger Mayweather 3/17

Lyle Waggoner 3/17

Kenny Rogers 3/20

John Prine 4/7

Little Richard 5/9

Jerry Stiller 5/11

Fred Willard 5/15

Carl Reiner 6/30

Hugh Downs 7/2

Nick Cordero 7/5

Charlie Daniels 7/6

Kelly Preston 7/13

John Lewis 7/17

Regis Philbin 7/25

Wilford Brimley 8/2

Chadwick Boseman 8/28

Ruth Badger Ginsburg 9/18

Helen Reddy 9/29

Eddie Van Halen 10/6

Sean Connery 10/31

Alex Trebek 11/8

David Lander 12/4

Natalie Desselle Reid 12/7

Chuck Yeager 12/7

Charley Pride 12/12

If you lost a loved one this year, I am so sorry for your loss.

Effects of 2020 on My Life

I momentarily backtrack my comments to 2019. My 2019 was wonderful. I felt fantastic. I accomplished a lot and brought about many good things in my life. I’m always hesitant to start a new year because there are so many unknowns. It was the same way at the beginning of 2019 but I knew what I had by year’s end. I now know what 2020 has held for me.

My only vacation of 2020 turned out to be a quick trip down to Chicago to visit my friend Emily in early February. It was the calm before the storm. We ate in restaurants. We enjoyed the Shedd and walked around wherever we pleased while the penguins were confined. It turned out those penguins got out more than I did this year. We shopped in stores and touched merchandise we didn’t buy. My glasses didn’t fog up because masks weren’t on anyone’s radar. I could hug her family. It was a magical time.

The entire world was given an extra day of 2020 on February 29th with Leap Day. I don’t think it was needed, but we got it. John Mulaney hosted Saturday Night Live that night and delivered a monologue that I’ve listened to an absurd number of times because I’ve needed more laughs this year. It holds up and is still funny each time I hear it. Give it a listen.

March 13, 2020 was the last time I was social before the initial lockdown. My friend Holly and I were planning on going to Wicked on the 15th. It deteriorated and I bowed out because I couldn’t justify putting myself in a crowd that size for hours. I insisted she take the tickets. She had changed her mind about going when she came to pick them up for reasons of her own. We went for a short walk. The show wound up being canceled so no one went.

Then came the lockdown. I remember thinking a two-week lockdown was not a lot to ask. I thought it would be a little longer. It became clear pretty quickly that it was going to last much longer. Much longer became a lot longer. It was tough as the season changed from summer to fall that it was going to go into winter and into 2021. Here we are almost ten months later.

A good chunk of 2021 will be spent as a continuation of 2020. But I get ahead of myself. Back to 2020.

The biggest events for me personally were turning 50 years old, running my first 5K, and raising over $60K for metastatic breast cancer research. All three were connected. I am proud that I surpassed my fundraising goal. I’m overjoyed I was able to complete my run. My birthday was happy through and through.

Minor events make our lives. I made a batch or two of banana bread. I saw the Neowise Comet in summer. I set up a card table and draped it with a lace tablecloth to host friends for card making and pancake breakfasts. I began having breakfast each morning on my sun porch where I listened to the birds and let my thoughts wander. Other friends came over and we chatted on the backyard patio once or twice. I kept writing steadily. I spent time outside when it wasn’t too hot. I took neighborhood walks when my feet felt okay. Everyone scooted well out of the path of one another with a smile and a friendly wave. I took a lot of photos over summer. That took me into fall where I planned day trips to see old and new spots in Wisconsin and enjoy fall color. Workouts and book club kept me socially connected through Zoom. Meaning and joy rest just as much in the small things as they do in the big things.

Easter, July 4th, and Thanksgiving were celebrated on my own. Christmas too.

On November 10, 2020 . . .  I did a real push up. This is monumental. I’ll be honest . . . I did three. I did not go down very far, but I could get back up and I’m counting those. I achieved my goal of exercising every day this year. Some days were minimal but required more effort when I wasn’t up to it than days when my workout was more intense. What I considered my best depended on how I felt. I did my best every day.

My hair is longer and grayer than it has been in years. Thinner. I’m thankful to have any of it thanks to cold capping. Since these things all go together, I hope the lengthy and gray locks continue to grow.

I still have metastatic cancer to no one’s surprise. My health fluctuates between fair and fantastic depending on my mood, how much I worry, treatments, and time. I’m still here.

I remember people couldn’t wait for 2019 to end and be rid of it fast enough. My 2019 was a rather glowing shade of wonderful. I hoped 2020 would be the same. I understand the desire to move on from 2020 to 2021. Time marches on and we always hope what’s ahead of us is better than what we have at the moment. But each year, even if it has events that bring us to our knees, hopefully also has had a moment here or there where we’ve risen up and basked in the sun. May 2021 have more moments in the sun for everyone. I end my 2020 review with a prayer I found that encompasses every good thing my heart wants for all of us.

New Year’s Prayer

As the dawn breaks on a new year, let us give thanks for all we hold dear: our health, our family and our friends.

Let us release our grudges, our anger and our pains, for these are nothing but binding chains. Let us live each day in the most loving ways, the God-conscious way. Let us serve all who are in need, regardless of race, color or creed.

Let us keep God of our own understanding in our hearts and to chant God’s name each day. Let us lead the world from darkness to light, from falsehood to truth and from wrong to right.

Let us remember that we are all one, embracing all, discriminating against none.

May your year be filled with peace, prosperity and love. May God’s blessings shower upon you and bestow upon each of you a bright, healthy and peaceful new year.

Rev. Marcy Sheremetta

May 2021 be kind to you and yours.

Always.