The number 424 started haunting me, and I found out why

First a little background. I am an only child, and I was born in 1960. My mother had systemic Lupus and was not diagnosed until her 7th month of pregnancy and she went into seizure and my grandmother found her unconscious on the floor of their house. They took me early on that night April 24, 1960, I weighed 3 lbs 8 oz. My grandparents were told my mother would not live, and that I was not fairing well. I and my mother were called a “miracle” by the doctors and the nuns, that saw me leave the hospital two months later. My mother developed breast cancer and passed away in 2000. The room she died in was room 424 at Mercy hospital. In fact they had just discharged her, and few hours later was readmitted and put back in the same room. It terrified me because the room was 424, my birthday, the day they said she was going to die in 1960, when I was born. I have two children my mother adored a girl and a boy. She was crazy about them. Now to the present, starting about six weeks ago. I started waking up and looking at the clock at exactly 4:24 am, so often that it starting giving me the creeps. I would put a random video on Youtube and would sudden be 4 min 24 seconds long. This happened more times than I could count. I would go to different grocery stores around town, and reach up to get a product, that sometimes just popped into my head, because I hadn’t eaten it since I was a kid, and see the price $4.24. I would pick up a package of meat, the price would be $4.24! I would go to the frozen food section, there would be a cluster of 4 different items in one close area, all $4.24! My tablet did not have the right time set on it, yet I just saw a video with the same same number spray painted on a wall in the video, and picked up my tablet with the time not set and and it said 4:24! I had telling my daughter that my birth date was stalking me. A month I was in a thrift store, and just picked a used cookbook, I had just opened it up, when my phone started to ring. I put the open cookbook on the ground at my feet. The call was from my daughter, she had just found a lump in her armpit. I told her to go to the doctor, and got off the phone. The cookbook at my feet that open to the first page, had a dedication that someone had written in ink, “To blank blank, April 24, 1995.” I couldn’t believe it. We just found out she has stage 3 breast cancer. I just believe my mother, who loved her so much, was trying to get through! Not sure where this belongs, but I will post it here.