My thoughts are with Whisper. Good luck mate!
Now, why me? It is not always when bad things happen that we ask ourselves this question. In my experience it was when I was really lucky. I lived through the war in my country, for 3 years I could be killed any moment but I survived. I did ask myself many times - why me when so many others didn't make it. There is also some very weird and irrational feeling of guilt. For surviving.
'Everything happens for a reason' doesn't work here. War is such a senseless thing and it's impossible to find any reason in it. All those relatives, friends, acquaintances killed for a reason??!! No way!
I think I did come to terms with everything and put things in their places, but my understanding of life is changed. It is all random and temporary. You can have everything and it can change in a moment. And the answer to 'why me' question, as cruel and unfair as it might sound, is - it had to happen to somebody, me, you, somebody else, there's no rule, no reason.