What a tough semester?

One of my professors told me last week that I had had a really rough semester in my personal life. At the time I was really confused, I thought it was no worse than usual. But after some actual thought on it, this has been an incredibly rough one. My aunt died of brain cancer the day before the semester actually started. I can't even remember her before she got sick. My great uncle died, and that made me come to terms with the horrible things he used to do to me. I told my mom about it, and my brother and I talked about it. I was told that I probably have epilepsy, and I started all my tests to figure it out. I had my first MRI. I had a huge project that took up my whole semester to get it done. And I was fighting with a really good friend of mine. This semester was crap. Listing it all really tells me how crap-tastic it really was, so how do I still see it as no worse than any other semester? Would I rather just hide away from the fact that I did have a lot to deal with, or do I see my life as so awful that this was really nothing special?