Anxiety is flooding me

Floods. Always with the damn floods. Two years ago my mothers house flooded, it was the evening of the 15th. The restoration crew came in the 16th. The 17th (her birthday) she was admitted to the hospital for severe pain associated with the cancer she "just" found out about (she had just found out how severe it was on the 16th and played it off as not severe when she told me she had cancer). So today, my condo building floods. Outside of my unit, slightly down the hall, fortunately... But, really? Floods. Seriously. As if I wasn't already thinking about her, as if I needed a literal reminder of what happened. Fuck. Off. Universe. I just requested an extension for a paper due at midnight tonight, I don't know if I'll need it, but the anxiety combined with the pain in my back... I'll likely need it.